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*CROWLEY? WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING? WE NEED YOU TO--*
“No can do, sorry. My week’s fully booked.”
*NEED I REMIND YOU THAT YOU HAVE A JOB TO DO? WHAT CAN YOU POSSIBLY FIND MORE IMPORTANT THAN THAT?*
“Oh, nothing all that important. I just, y'know, kidnapped an angel. I intend to have fun with him before I finish him off. Not bad, yeah?”
*OH! WELL, CARRY ON, THEN. IT'S GOOD TO SEE YOU GETTING BACK TO THE MORE TRADITIONAL ASPECTS OF YOUR JOB.*
“Oh, it's good to be back, believe you me.”
*CLICK!* The line went dead.
Crowley dropped the smirk he had been wearing for the duration of the conversation and wandered into the bedroom, slumping down next to the form reclining on the bed.
“Well, Az? How do you think I handled that, hm?”
No response. Crowley sighed. It had been three days now and the angel was still comatose. Crowley was no doctor, but he knew that wasn't a good sign.
“Oh, Az,” Crowley muttered. “What the hell am I going to do with you? Wake up, please?”
There was no reaction from the angel. Crowley sighed again, stood up, and wandered to the kitchen. He needed a drink.