[ Crowley has put his ear up against the wall, his mouth drawn into a thin, displeased frown. It's not mice. Clearly not mice. Or rowdy and randy neighbors. Sounds like machinery. ]
Snooping.
[ He carries on listening but he can't make head nor tail of it. ]
Weird. Reckon it's worth it to go have a look around outside?
[ 'Outside' had come to mean beyond the safety of Aziraphale's room. ]
no subject
Snooping.
[ He carries on listening but he can't make head nor tail of it. ]
Weird. Reckon it's worth it to go have a look around outside?
[ 'Outside' had come to mean beyond the safety of Aziraphale's room. ]