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Date: Sunday, 27 June 2010 18:04 (UTC)
Those eyes.

Aziraphale was giving him puppy dog eyes.

If there was one thing Raphael had a weakness for it was his dear mentee. And when the aformentioned mentee looked at him with those big pleading eyes, Raphael could do nothing but give in. Besides, Aziraphale was just trying to help ans as much as Raphael disliked being doted on he knew it would be a bad thing if he collapsed and the Principality had to carry him back.

So he seated himself in the wheelchair again, feeling a bit embarrassed when there were others that needed it more. "Alright," he said softly, bringing a hand up to rake through blonde curls.
 
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