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Date: May 12, 2003
Place: Crowley's room
Status: Private (Aziraphale and Crowley)
Summary:  Aziraphale wants to go home, but he doesn't have a ride.


Aziraphale sighed as he finished packing the remains of his room.

He just couldn't stay here any more.  Not with things being so awkward with Crowley, not when he hadn't seen or heard from Barnaby in ages, not when the three Archangels here did not curb Beelzebub's tendency to haunt him...

And he missed his books so much. 

That done, he calmly walked through their shared bathroom, knocked on the door, and opened it.

"Crowley dear, could you give me a ride to London?  I want to go home.  You're welcome to come back and stay here, dear, if you wish to."

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[pointisdolphins.livejournal.com]

Crowley stared at the angel for a full minute before he replied in a falsely jovial voice, "Oh, I can do you one better, mate. Why don't I just escort you straight to Beelzebub's office in Hell, possibly trussed up like a Christmas goose?"