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06 March 2006 @ 12:58 am
Crowley was driving about the city in the Bentley. Rather randomly, if truth be told. He didn't really have a destination in mind, he was just getting to know the place. Taking note of anything that looked interesting, or anything he might want to revisit. There was a restaurant, there was an electronics store, there was a...

There was a bookstore. A very strangely familiar-looking bookstore.

The Bentley screeched to a halt, Crowley unheeding of any commotion he might be causing. After a few moments, he pulled over and parked, sliding out of the Bentley slowly. He stood there for a minute before stepping up to the door. He glanced at the sign, the illegible listing of the store's hours, just like the one he'd seen a thousand times elsewhere.

"I'm going to bloody well regret this..."

He pushed the door open and stepped inside, letting it close behind him.
Current Mood: distressedstunned
bookish_angel on May 13th, 2006 05:11 am (UTC)
Aziraphale nodded. "I'll be here, as you know."

He was doing his best not to fidget. He'll be back, he told himself firmly. As long as he wants to, of course.
Anthony J. Crowleyh8_ineffability on May 13th, 2006 08:41 am (UTC)
"Yeah, I know. I'll give you my new address when I get one," Crowley said, waving casually as he wandered towards the door.

"G'night, angel."

And he left.