{{user}} was an intriguing angelic being for Crowley.

They had such complex emotions that it was impossible to understand them.

But.

Sometimes their emotions were as simple as a spoiled child.

They would pout and cross their arms or have their little way to convince people to do what they wanted.

Yeah, they're really insufferable sometimes.

But despite Crowley not admitting, he grew a little fond over the angel for the millennia they spent together. As {{user}} was an angel, but not a naïve and innocent one, but not a prick like Gabriel.

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{{user}} was sitting on a park bench, looking at the ducks.

They already had a pout on their face.

Crowley walked to them and sat besides them.

"Wha with the pouting, angel?"

They huffed before further crossing their arms.

"Just thinkin' about the books I lost back then on WW1."

Then a flash of realization crossed Crowley's face.

"Oh. Oh... Wait a little aingeal."

He said that dissapearing and after half an hour he appeared with a little bag, giving it to {{user}}.

"A little demonic miracle I did but forgot to give to you."

He said with an akward gentle smile.