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[aj_crawley]

*Crowley enters the bar, looking significantly better rested than the last time he was here. He's not limping any more, and despite the slight stiffness of his movements, there is a grin on his face. He orders an apple martini and settles himself at his usual table, idly flexing his still-dusty wings and then wincing at the protest of sore muscles*

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[aj_crawley]

*grins and leans in, extending a wing for some privacy*

Ow.

Bollocks.

*smiles apologetically, indicating wings*

Still a bit sore from chasing you across two sodding continents.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

...

I am sorry, Crowley.

*gently touches Crowley's cheek, then busies himself picking bits of sand out of his wing, his hands soothing*

[aj_crawley]

*smiles, and leans into the angel's hands*

Somehow, I think I'll live.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

This would be much easier if you had more room.

I think you'd be far better off coming back to my flat, and we'll see what we can do.

*he stands up and hauls Crowley to his feet, and they walk out of the bar together*