Crowley takes Aziraphale's hand, wobbling to his feat and absently touching at his neck again. It feels like the whole area is throbbing, and he wonders what it looks like. Is it actually deep? Or shallow, and just sore because of the... muscles or nerves or whatever it is? ]
Doesn't seem like it's bleeding too bad.
[ Going purely by the red smudges on his hand. There'd be more thick blood if it was deep and nasty, surely? He blinks sideways at Aziraphale, taking in his expression and then --hesitantly -- the ears on his head again. ]
You look like a cartoon character.
[ Oh. He didn't really mean to say that out loud, but now he's said it. Must be a little delirious. Quick, fix that: ]
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Crowley takes Aziraphale's hand, wobbling to his feat and absently touching at his neck again. It feels like the whole area is throbbing, and he wonders what it looks like. Is it actually deep? Or shallow, and just sore because of the... muscles or nerves or whatever it is? ]
Doesn't seem like it's bleeding too bad.
[ Going purely by the red smudges on his hand. There'd be more thick blood if it was deep and nasty, surely? He blinks sideways at Aziraphale, taking in his expression and then --hesitantly -- the ears on his head again. ]
You look like a cartoon character.
[ Oh. He didn't really mean to say that out loud, but now he's said it. Must be a little delirious. Quick, fix that: ]
In a good way.
[ There, nailed it. ]