<blockquote>“Adam says he’s visiting, and that you’ve turned off your phone.”
“Yes, dear,” Aziraphale said, sticking his head around the corner and into the living room. He had been sequestered in his library for the last four hours. “How is he?”
“How should I know, I don’t want to talk to the little brat,” Crowley said. Aziraphale’s eyes twinkled knowingly and he vanished back into his library. Peeved at being ignored, and possibly laughed at, Crowley followed him.
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OR: crowley antagonizes flat earthers on the internet, is antagonized by his nephew, and kisses his husband: The Fic</blockquote>
