"Angels," the tall slender boy says, his eyes amused, and Aziraphale is surprised at how completely still the boy (he picks the name Edmund out of the air) is standing, relaxed and casual.
Crowley shifts nervously, his tongue slipping out, and tries to look as angelic as he possibly can, because there is no way in hell - heaven - oh for Christ's - well shit - there's no way he's letting it get out again that he hangs around with Aziraphale. (1)
1 - He really doesn't think Aziraphale will be pleased if this boy spontaneous combusts or comes to harm like the last one.
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Crowley shifts nervously, his tongue slipping out, and tries to look as angelic as he possibly can, because there is no way in hell - heaven - oh for Christ's - well shit - there's no way he's letting it get out again that he hangs around with Aziraphale. (1)
1 - He really doesn't think Aziraphale will be pleased if this boy spontaneous combusts or comes to harm like the last one.
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