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[aj_crawley]

In a magical Millitime wherein Crowley is not upstairs in Lilly and Mel's hot tub (hur hur hur), he's in the bar. Likely with tea - or maybe coffee - and probably still going over those Academy plans.

He's probably distractable, though.

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[aj_crawley]

Make that two powerful allies - the realisation is beginning to trickle into Crowley's head as well, and he's willing to bet that what goes for him goes for Aziraphael as well.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He drops into his seat.

"Yeah. See you later."