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Warnings: Man, I'm getting kind of bored of not having any. Summary: Drabble. Not as terrifying as you'd hope. And there was war in Heaven. Aziraphale and the Metatron were, as always, arguing over Aziraphale's friendship with a certain sunglass-wearing demon. The Metatron was insisting that Aziraphale drop the Arrangement, the friendship, and, most of all, the drinking. He snarled and raged and threw Aziraphale against a few walls in the city, but Aziraphale wouldn't hear a word of it. Once the Metatron finished being righteously angry, he took a calming stepped back and allowed Aziraphale to have his say. Aziraphale promptly went into a spiel about how lonely it was being the only angel on Earth and how Crowley was the only other being who would be around for the entire time he was stuck there, and finally went into a long list of Crowley's good traits. "--And he can tie cherry stems into knots with his tongue, not using his powers!" Aziraphale concluded smugly. "Really?" the Metatron asked, suddenly fascinated.  learn a few tricks
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