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[lunchbreaks]

[ Aziraphale can't find out how to get off the emoji panel. Instead of calling with audio, he sends this: ]

🆘✅🖼️🚫📝😥👼

🆘🐍🛠️

After the flying lesson;

[featherknives]

Xayah makes sure to drop by the house where Crowley lives to leave him a... thank you gift. She's never good with words and from what she gathered, he's not that good off either. She found an envelope with Postmaster General and scrawled Crowley's name on the front of it.
Inside of it, she had left one of her prized possessions, properly sharpened in case he ever needs to use it and tied with a purple ribbon at the bottom, with a small note that has only "Thank you" on it.

After sealing the envelope, she puts it in the little mailbox in front of the house and flees the "scene of the crime" before she gets caught.

CW: blood, gore, impending death; 28th of November

[featherknives]

She didn't even set a step properly over the porch when it happened.

It was a pain, all too familiar, never forgotten, always in the back of her mind. It returned, searing, piercing through her abdomen and surging up as the creature lifted her all too easily off the ground. Back then, she stared Zed dead in the eyes with burning hatred; now she stares into the cold, dark November sky as the creature drags her away from the Inn, leaving a trail of her blood along the way.

She couldn't move- she tried to get off, but the more she squirmed, the further the cut went up her torso. All she could hope for is for the creature to drop her somewhere on the path so she can try and crawl back. And the creature did drop her- but not where she hoped.

Her scream now rang through empty woods as the spikes pierced her- one through the already made wound, one through the shoulder and third one through her thigh. He coughed and choked up on her blood as she still tried to move and reach for her device. She was a fighter, she didn't want to go out like this, not like this-

Her fingers are slippery from the blood as she turned on the device- she didn't even try to type and instantly went to voice message.

"C...Crowly..." speaking was hard with all this blood in her mouth but she forced herself to cough and take a breath so she can speak. "c-come... f-find me... th..ey... got...me..." heavy coughing interrupts her speech and a sob rises up to her throat, "p-ple...ase... I...don't... don't wanna... don't wanna die... not- not like........ th...is..."

The sound that follows was her dropping the device down on the ground next to her, but the message is still recording. Soft gasps and coughs as the light in her lantern becomes weaker and weaker each second. The last thing the device records is a quiet "...it's...cold..."

November 30th 1/? voice

[lunchbreaks]

Crowley! Crowley, it's me, Aziraphale, come back right this second!

[inthenightmods]

[After the Night Market has descended back into the lake, CROWLEY receives an inbox message!]

THANK YOU FOR PURCHASING two (2) HINT(S) FROM DR. SCHICKSAL'S HINT-O-MATIC. YOUR PAYMENT HAS BEEN PROCESSED.

[1. All his fingernails fall off.

2. He can't keep any food down until the next full moon.]

IN PERSON

[lunchbreaks]

[ On the morning of Christmas, Crowley might find a nice parcel wrapped in naked Santa paper on Aziraphale's side of the bed. There's a card attached that simply reads "Open Me," but it's in a very familiar-looking script.

Inside, Crowley might find this sweater but also underneath, a slinky floor-length black dress. It seems to be embellished all over with tiny beads that have been, perhaps, miracled into looking slightly nicer. It almost appears to be cut out of night sky. ]

On 25th

[featherknives]

She really didn't have any idea what to give him for this holiday they have. There was a thought of giving him one bottle of that invisibility potion but... hm. She's smarter than that.

So, instead, there's a big bottle of tequila at the porch, with a necklace looking thing wrapped around it. It looks kind of rough, both the leather of the necklace and the rock- she spent a good amount of time trying to make the shiny stone she found look smooth. Apologies if it isn't. There's a note tied to it too, that said. "Happy holidays. Don't get too wasted. X"

Backdated to the 25th

[luxoraculi]

[ Come the morning of December 25th, Crowley will awaken to a gift! A light blue tin, filled with eight homemade pastries, along with a note that has Lunafreya's ridiculously neat handwriting scrawled across the paper.

It simply reads:

'To my dear friend Crowley. While I am not entirely sure this is to your taste, I do hope that you manage to enjoy them and that they find you in good spirits and health. We've not known each other long, but you are one of my dearest friends and I am so glad to know you. I would ask your forgiveness, dear, this holiday is not one I've heard of, though we do have something very similar during the winter solstice at home.

Just in case you find yourself disliking the pastries, I've put another little treat underneath them. Something I happen to know you will enjoy.

Yours,

Lunafreya'

Underneath the pastries? A little bottle of rum. Go nuts with it, Crowley. ]

left on his pillow for when you get back like next month

[lunchbreaks]

[ A letter that reads:

My Dearest Crowley,
You have been now asleep for several weeks; please do not be alarmed if I am not present when you wake. Be home soon.
Love always,
Aziraphale. ]

As of February 5

[worthallthis]

[Whenever Crowley wakes, he will find next to Aziraphale's note a little origami fox folded up from orange paper. One ear has a little black star drawn on it, just in case Crowley has somehow missed that his housemate makes paper animals as a calming activity, and needs their "signature" to say who left it.]