Oh, Someone save him from people who don't have sarcasm on their planets. Crowley rolls his eyes, and failing to brush the last of the brick dust off with his hand, miracles it off his jacket instead.
It's a nice jacket.
"Well, aren't you a ray of sunshine. You'll fit in perfectly."
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It's a nice jacket.
"Well, aren't you a ray of sunshine. You'll fit in perfectly."