Raguel isn't the most graceful being on land; he's marginally better in the sky, but mainly because he's been practicing. Once he touches down he hardly has a chance. He starts, predictably enough, toward the marshmallows, and equally predictably trips over Crowley's outstretched foot.
A few frantic flaps of his wings keep him from falling face-first into the bush. Loose down (even now, there's some left) floats past them as he gets himself back under control and stops flailing long enough to give Crowley a flat look.
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Date: 2008-04-12 08:35 am (UTC)A few frantic flaps of his wings keep him from falling face-first into the bush. Loose down (even now, there's some left) floats past them as he gets himself back under control and stops flailing long enough to give Crowley a flat look.
"Asshole," he says, with feeling.