He raises a hand up to gesture for a cab, but no one stops for him. He tries again, no avail. Surely, they must just look like tourists, and cabs would want to stop for tourists. Maybe they look harried, or look like they're being followed. Maybe they look frightening to the humans around them, Crowley thinks. Normally, that wouldn't bother him, but right now, they want to blend in.
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He raises a hand up to gesture for a cab, but no one stops for him. He tries again, no avail. Surely, they must just look like tourists, and cabs would want to stop for tourists. Maybe they look harried, or look like they're being followed. Maybe they look frightening to the humans around them, Crowley thinks. Normally, that wouldn't bother him, but right now, they want to blend in.
He turns to Aziraphale. "How late?"