Nov 05, 2006 21:02
Crowley stole the Sunday papers, this morning, before Aziraphael could read them.
It's pretty great that he was in a position to, really, but not quite so wonderful is the reason he did.
He's not reading them, exactly - they're open to the story that's of, ah, particular interest, but Crowley seems more interested in his coffee, and in sporadically checking his watch.
He should be going. He - a glance at the paper - really should be going. And he will. Really.
Any second now.
crowley,
petrie,
tonks