Date: 2009-08-23 06:41 pm (UTC)
Aziraphael smiles down at the floor.

Halfway towards his side of the bed, he detours for a moment and fetches an extra blanket from the pile in the corner, leaving it neatly folded at the end of the bed. Just in case.

Then, across from Crowley, he seats himself on the edge of the mattress and begins to unbutton his tunic.
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