Really, Wilson wasn't blushing like a school boy as he tugged the remaining feather out of his pants and tossed it aside on the coffee table.
The coffee table where one empty bottle of wine sat with one glass next to it, the other tipped over as was a lamp. What can we say, Aziraphale has a hell of a ....
Wing Span.
Getting Bel settled on the couch, Wilson straightened up the lamp and turned it on, blinking as the artificial light mixed with the firelight.
"Yeah...it's a little insane." He agreed as he reached for the wounded arm, frowning at it worriedly, professionalism pushing straight through his disheveled state.
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Date: 2006-01-25 04:39 pm (UTC)The coffee table where one empty bottle of wine sat with one glass next to it, the other tipped over as was a lamp. What can we say, Aziraphale has a hell of a ....
Wing Span.
Getting Bel settled on the couch, Wilson straightened up the lamp and turned it on, blinking as the artificial light mixed with the firelight.
"Yeah...it's a little insane." He agreed as he reached for the wounded arm, frowning at it worriedly, professionalism pushing straight through his disheveled state.