Normalcy, is what it is. Normalcy from even before the Armaggedon. Familiar and comforting in times like this. Even if the angel looks rather grumpy.
He almost sputters, taking a sip along with Crowley's list. "Oh good Lord, my dear, are you really comparing such wildly different--" Until it hits him that that's not the point or the purpose of this whole thing.
He sighs and gives him a halfway moody look, but it doesn't really stick. Not tonight.
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Date: 2019-09-05 06:57 pm (UTC)He almost sputters, taking a sip along with Crowley's list. "Oh good Lord, my dear, are you really comparing such wildly different--" Until it hits him that that's not the point or the purpose of this whole thing.
He sighs and gives him a halfway moody look, but it doesn't really stick. Not tonight.
"You are impossible."