Actualy I was implying that perhaps you might want to lay off the butterscotches. omg! how did you know? my grandmother ate them... until I pushed her down the stairs.
You obviously haven't been looking at the right pictures me closely enough, because I can promise you I am definitely not fat. And you could stand to eat a butterscotch or two. Boneyness isn't very attractive in someone your age.
feel free, I recommend it. Mr. Crowley sure does know how to... make things up to you
Tired? No, not particularly, I have a lot of endurance, stamina, it comes with being young. And Mr. Crowley was sorry to have lied to me. He only did it because it was neccessary. and I know he likes the way I look
What's that? The bitchy tones of the so-jealous-I-went-out-sang-to-the-jukebox-and-got-smashed-on-girly-dirty-named-drinks-with-the-doctor-that-totally-has-his-eye-on-me?
Or possibly the confident tones of the at-least-my-favorite-demony-type-person-isn't-sitting-in-the-dorm-wondering-which-hair-gel-to-use-when-he-goes-out-singing-Barry-Manilow?
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You so know you are. Don't deny it. You baked for him!*sigh* You are prettier than me, though. Can't fault you for that one.
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I am, I want him to love me best. I get jealous whenever Duce talks about him*preens* Yes, I am the prettiest. But hey! Wait 40 years and then we'll see who's prettier!
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Duce is next on my list to get emo over. And he didn't really like your cookies. He lied.Ha! Just wait until you're 6000 years old and then we'll see how pretty you are!
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Duce can't love him the way I do! Plus? Not Pretty!!!!! And Crowley wouldn't lie about Cookies, I should have made sure he didn't shareIt is true, for such an old man, you are well preserved. Not as pretty as Crowley or I... but still.
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He would so lie about the cookies. He lies about everything. Except to me.I may not be as pretty as you are, but I invented butterscotches. So there.
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He's only lied to me once and he apologized a lot for it*looks at Aziraphale* Yeah, i don't doubt you invented them. My advice? stay out of your own stores.
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He's only lied once that you know of. *scowl* Apologized how much?You have something against butterscotches? It's probably because of your psychological instabilities, you know.
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wouldn't you like to knowActualy I was implying that perhaps you might want to lay off the butterscotches.
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Crowley is going to have some 'splaining to doButterscotches are good for you. They make you happy. Like cocoa with little marshmallows.
Unless you have a psychotic grandson.Wouldn't you like some cocoa with little marshmallows?
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enjoy the talkI was calling you fat man! and no, cause i like being pretty.
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I'll enjoy the making up afterwardsYou obviously haven't been looking at
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WoW, so did I!I'll have you know I have a fast metabolism and sometimes I forget to eat, but I am *not* boney. Mr. Crowley likes the way I look.
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Which only means there'll be a lot more making up for us to do.All that not eating must make you very tired all the time. And I've told you before, Crowley lies.
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feel free, I recommend it. Mr. Crowley sure does know how to... make things up to youTired? No, not particularly, I have a lot of endurance, stamina, it comes with being young. And Mr. Crowley was sorry to have lied to me. He only did it because it was neccessary.
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Oh, I doubt you really have any idea how good he is at itRight, "youth". The eternal excuse for inexperience.
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Oh I bet you I doWhat's that? The bitchy tones of the so-jealous-I-went-out-sang-to-the-jukebox-and-got-smashed-on-girly-dirty-named-drinks-with-the-doctor-that-totally-has-his-eye-on-me?
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Pish. He's only toying with you.Or possibly the confident tones of the at-least-my-favorite-demony-type-person-isn't-sitting-in-the-dorm-wondering-which-hair-gel-to-use-when-he-goes-out-singing-Barry-Manilow?
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You keep telling yourself thatI'm sorry, all I seem to be hearing is blah blah blha blha I'm-a-stupid-insanely-jealous-angel-and-my-demon-likes-his-little-bird-best.
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It isn't necessary for one to tell oneself something one already knowsPerhaps you ought to have your hearing checked, my dear.
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