Who could be alright at a time like this? Why the fuck would he be alright when -- when Aziraphale is stuck under the ground and the ground itself is spraying him with dirt to try and stop him getting the angel back? What part of any of that is alright? He pushes himself back up, begins digging with his hands again anyway.
"I've had it with his place," he continues, scrabbling back dirt. "I've had it with the stupid tree, and the bracelets, and stupid rules --"
Another eruption of dirt sprays at him, but this time Crowley doesn't pull back. He shuts his eyes, turns his face away to endure it then keeps digging angrily.
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Who could be alright at a time like this? Why the fuck would he be alright when -- when Aziraphale is stuck under the ground and the ground itself is spraying him with dirt to try and stop him getting the angel back? What part of any of that is alright? He pushes himself back up, begins digging with his hands again anyway.
"I've had it with his place," he continues, scrabbling back dirt. "I've had it with the stupid tree, and the bracelets, and stupid rules --"
Another eruption of dirt sprays at him, but this time Crowley doesn't pull back. He shuts his eyes, turns his face away to endure it then keeps digging angrily.