Oh, [He says, and immediately doesn't. He can't help it; it isn't as if his wings are touched often, or really at all. So it's only natural to fidget, but at least he leans toward Crowley instead of away.
But he isn't holding still, so, sorry dear. Now listen, prissy boy with pretty wings...]
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But he isn't holding still, so, sorry dear. Now listen, prissy boy with pretty wings...]
They aren't that bad.