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Characters: Aziraphale (misplacedsword) and Crowley (eyesofaserpent)
Location: Aziraphale's reality
Time: After this thread
Summary: Crowley convinces Aziraphale to take him to his reality
Aziraphale still had a few reservations. If by 'a few reservations,' one meant 'was absolutely convinced this was a horrible idea and completely aware of all of the ways that this could go wrong,' anyway. It was likely a good thing breathing wasn't of a strict necessity for him, because it was quite possible he wouldn't be doing at all during the time Crowley was in his universe.
And Crowley wanted to go now. Of course he did. Aziraphale had expected as much, really, and it was better to go now, before there would be any unnecessary dwelling. (Not that he wasn't already dwelling. That was just necessary dwelling.)
"You must promise me, my dear, nothing overtly demonic."
Nothing that would draw attention to them, would advertise a demonic aura where there shouldn't be one any more than Crowley's presence already would.
Location: Aziraphale's reality
Time: After this thread
Summary: Crowley convinces Aziraphale to take him to his reality
Aziraphale still had a few reservations. If by 'a few reservations,' one meant 'was absolutely convinced this was a horrible idea and completely aware of all of the ways that this could go wrong,' anyway. It was likely a good thing breathing wasn't of a strict necessity for him, because it was quite possible he wouldn't be doing at all during the time Crowley was in his universe.
And Crowley wanted to go now. Of course he did. Aziraphale had expected as much, really, and it was better to go now, before there would be any unnecessary dwelling. (Not that he wasn't already dwelling. That was just necessary dwelling.)
"You must promise me, my dear, nothing overtly demonic."
Nothing that would draw attention to them, would advertise a demonic aura where there shouldn't be one any more than Crowley's presence already would.