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[flybywash]

The offered reassurances that he'd sleep in a real bed for once?

Wash kind of lied.

Awake since four in the morning UAPT, charts scattered about and coffee long gone cold at his elbow, he's pillowed his head in his arms, fast asleep at the kitchen table.

Every so often, there's a gentle snore.

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

"...somehow I'm not quite managing to feel offended."

[flybywash]

"I'm sorry. I just."

He glances up, still working to smother his laughter, and there is a decidedly wicked gleam in his eye.

Waving a hand, airily, "Guys with chubby hands, you know. I don't go for that."



You can't call down lightning in outer space, right?

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

"I'm going to let that slide."

Such control!

"This once."

[flybywash]

Wash?

Beams.

Innocently.

Somewhere in there, there's another demure sip of coffee.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

"But Crowley will be getting a piece of my mind, that's for certain."

[flybywash]

"Oh, he wasn't the one who told me first."

Beat.

"Told me it annoyed you, yeah, but -- "

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Aziraphael facepalms.

"Oh heck, you haven't read it?"

[flybywash]

"I had to do something to pass the time when I was locked up for a week!" He's cackling. "It was reading material. I wasn't going to turn down reading material."

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

"Well it was a very nice dress."

[flybywash]

"And I'm sure you pulled it off beautifully."

Straight-faced.