Another sharp breath, and Crowley raises a hand a few inches out of the mud in what might be an acknowledgment, or might just be an incoherent attempt to get Raguel to stop bellowing in his ear so loudly that too-bright coloured spots are dancing in front of his eyes.
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Date: 2009-08-07 11:59 pm (UTC)