Domestic Bliss

You know there is something wrong with you when you draw toothbrushes... then again, it's something different and I somehow still approve.

They are married, I tell you.

Also I have visions of Crowley flouncing about the room in nothing but that black towel... preferably in Aziraphale's backroom... on the song 'Moves Like Jagger'...

Don't own the Air Conditioning, that belongs to the fab Mister Gaiman and Mister Pratchett