bridgescribble | A big squishy duvet of a meme

It's the excuse you've been looking for to play soft, fluffy things.

Sharing is caring: You notice that the other person is in need of something--a beverage, or a space on the couch, or what-have-you--and you're willing to share.
Oh no oh no I'm sorry: You accidentally hurt them in a minor way, oh no!
Pets are cute: You're both cooing over something fuzzy. Kitty? Doggo? Tribble...?
Can't sleep: It's way too late but you just can't sleep. Fortunately you're not the only one up.
Stop and smell the roses: It's just a wonderful day to stroll around and appreciate life.
It's not that scary: One of you has to face down a fear--heights, wasps, planes. The other person is there to help.
Waiting for bail: The old saying, a good friend will bail you out--a great friend will be in jail with you, saying "that was fun!" Maybe a friend you didn't even know you had before today.
Cooking: Nothing brings people together like sous-cheffing for each other.
Viewer's choice! Idk man there's a lot of soft scenarios in the world, make up your own!

I would truly rather you did. I want you to be safe and to have someone there to help you. I know you don't really trust anyone but me.

[He cleaned up everything once he finished the bandages.]

We'll check them in a few hours but if they start burning let me know and I'll check them again. We will figure out how to mend you.

Well. You don't have to put it quite like that. [ He's not wrong, however.

He grabs his sweater and pulls it over, ready to cover the pitiful visage of a demon that actually got himself hurt. ]

It's fine angel. There's bigger things to look out for.

I'm not putting it any way - it's simply the truth. You wouldn't have let anyone else do that. You'd have muddled you way though it on your own.

[He miracled Crowley's clothes back nice and neat and turned away from him letting him have a bit of privacy to get comfortable again. Ah, there it was yet another thing they would always and forever disagree on.]

Can you think of why they came for you this time?

[ The demon gets dressed, mentally grumbling about being called out quite so directly. The angel may know him, but he doesn't need to expose him like that. Besides, he's been dealing with things on his own for millenia. It's gained him some level of expertise.

He grunts.]

Hell if I know. Shax wants her turn at trying to tear me apart? Guess she took over that part of the job too.

[Aziraphale would have helped if Crowley had told him. Always. Not that he didn't understand why Crowley didn't. Wasn't like he could trust other demons after all.]

I remember her. I didn't like her. I would have thought she would know better than to attack you.

[There's an annoyed angel and a frow twisting his mouth.]

Pity I couldn't have splashed a few of them with holy water when I was down there. They would have learned the lesson better.

[ Crowley stares at him for a moment, a little bit surprised by that particular comment.]

…right. Wouldn’t likely made them angrier, though.

Don't look at me like that. I dislike the way Hell treats you just you don't like how Heaven treats me.

[A pause.]

You're right. One would think seeing you survive an entire bath of holy water would have put some fear into them.

M' sure it did. But scared idiots aren't so different from angry ones. Just as dangerous.

[ His body feels less a hey. But it feels heavy. Whew.]

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