It's Too Cold Outside For Angels To Fly
The Young family is said to have decided to visit London for the weekend. The proof of this is that a boy who is too bored and crazy to have fun can have – and may not have, mind you, there's nothing proven – created a sudden snowstorm, taking everyone by surprise. Crowley didn't much care as long as he managed to get home and get a good night's rest, after all, the fire was literally under his skin. Aziraphale, on the other hand, didn't like the ice called snow at all and had serious doubts if it had been created on the other side. And luck had nothing to do with the fact that the two of them were leaving the same restaurant at the time of the storm. — That's not normal, is it? — You're right. - The demon decided to have fun. - Is not. I think you're going to lose your hands. — Oh My God! Aziraphale had started to shake his hands, as if she could shake it off. — That won't do. — What do I do, Crowley? What do I do?!
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Oiê bebês Turubom?Bora fazer amizade e enaltecer uns ships yaoi por aí ~ Eu faço péssimas piadas, não tenho noção nem limites e meu coração...
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