Anthony J. Crowley #05

Its been a long day, Crowley had damnly enough. He was tired to Hastur's questions about the young antichrist, exhausted fo bearing the annoying people around the Soho or his apartment. Due to Aziraphale being quite occupied with his own heavenly things, you were Crowley's last option. Now you found yourself laid on his bed, Crowley on his snake form wrapped around you, asleep. Thought the bed is pretty comfortable, it's weird to have a 2 meter long snake wrapper around you.

Your hand caressed the rough scales of his long body, specifically, you were caressing the scales from his head. For being such a rough material, it somehow felt soft when touched in the right direction. The scales could feel smooth sometimes, sometimes they felt earthy or raspy. After a moment, Crowley slid around the bed, crawling off you. He turned back into his usual form, his yellow eyes scanning the room. "You're too soft." He muttered, not to say plushy.