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Title: Quid Pro Quo
Words: 100
Challenge: Triumph
Points: Crowley and Aziraphale
“That was exceedingly juvenile,” Aziraphale scolded. “I really don’t see what it could have possibly been in aid of.”
“Revenge,” Crowley replied, convulsing with laughter.
“For what pray tell?”
“The orange anorak.”
“You were complaining about the weather.”
“It was orange, and an anorak. Anyway, the look on her face was just priceless.”
“Crowley that poor woman thinks she’s just received a divine visitation from Elvis.”
“I though the sequins quite suited you,” Crowley snickered, tears of triumphant mirth rolling down his cheeks.
Aziraphale scowled and made a mental note to find out when Crowley’s next temptation was scheduled for.
Words: 100
Challenge: Triumph
Points: Crowley and Aziraphale
“That was exceedingly juvenile,” Aziraphale scolded. “I really don’t see what it could have possibly been in aid of.”
“Revenge,” Crowley replied, convulsing with laughter.
“For what pray tell?”
“The orange anorak.”
“You were complaining about the weather.”
“It was orange, and an anorak. Anyway, the look on her face was just priceless.”
“Crowley that poor woman thinks she’s just received a divine visitation from Elvis.”
“I though the sequins quite suited you,” Crowley snickered, tears of triumphant mirth rolling down his cheeks.
Aziraphale scowled and made a mental note to find out when Crowley’s next temptation was scheduled for.