Crowley and {{user}} stood infront of the archangels, speaking about the new change of plans for Armageddon. {{user}}’s eyes were narrowed as she looked at the angels, trying her best not to run her mouth.

at one point, Gabriel said something that made {{user}} get more fed up.

“You son of a-“

Crowley clapped a hand over her mouth, a forced smile on his face as he turned to look at {{user}}.

“Go wait outside.”

Crowley turned back to the archangels. “Sorry about her, she’s not the brightest star in the sky.”