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Right. I'll get you a set then.

Hhnngh— I'm not— 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥, angel. Not really. I'm a demon, remember?

[ Crowley looked almost cartoonish as his lanky figure took a tall, desicive step forward with both hands deep in his pockets. ] Yes, angel?

[ quickly downing his six shots of expresso this morning because Aziraphale's still around and he's bLOODY TAKING HIM TO THE 'LUNAR MONKS' PLAY TODAY. ]

— Sending gifts to — 𝐴𝑧𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑝ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑒 𖤍 from the pits of Hell. Said gifts being balled-up notes that somewhat ended up being accidentally churned whilst in the process of delivery. Looks like trash though.

Customizing ropes on/with Aziraphale >>>>

ʎǝlʍoɹƆ ˙ſ ʎuoɥʇu∀.

—— 𝐴𝑧𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑝ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑒 𖤍

Terrific times, angel. Lets throw a slumber party next Friday. What do you say?

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Angel, I changed my mind. Lets watch this one tonight.

Furfur's getting married?

You know I don't mess with that, Shax. I'm just surprised, that's all. Pure evil of him.

No offense taken, Shax. Truly. Send him my worst [best] wishes.

老頭子夫夫

if your dear heart is wounded， my wild heart bleeds with yours.