For someone with such a... well, divine singing voice, Aziraphael really does sound dreadful when he hums like that. And now more than ever, with Crowley's ears so still so acutely sensitive. But like the horrible old mismatched furniture, and the pathetic groaning whenever the plumbing here is pressed into service, Crowley finds it - reassuring, in a way he prefers not to dwell too long on when he's away.
After a few moments, he leans back against the sofa, slouching (though not too far down) with his hands laced across his stomach.
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Date: 2009-08-18 06:49 pm (UTC)After a few moments, he leans back against the sofa, slouching (though not too far down) with his hands laced across his stomach.
No, not laced. One atop the other.