Oh, those hands aren't interested in Aziraphale. Not anymore.
They seem ghostly: no matter how accurately Molly swats and swings at them, they don't seem to be able to be touched. But maybe his fussing works, because they spring away from Aziraphale, fading from view.
. . . and reappearing on Robin Hood, caressing up his chest, to the curve of his jaw . . . and digging in, trying their best to find a hinge. Can they rip off Robin Hood's lower jaw? Will that rip Akechi's jaw right off? Who knows! The key to exploration is boldness, after all, and they are going to do their fucking best to discover if Robin Hood can come apart.
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They seem ghostly: no matter how accurately Molly swats and swings at them, they don't seem to be able to be touched. But maybe his fussing works, because they spring away from Aziraphale, fading from view.
. . . and reappearing on Robin Hood, caressing up his chest, to the curve of his jaw . . . and digging in, trying their best to find a hinge. Can they rip off Robin Hood's lower jaw? Will that rip Akechi's jaw right off? Who knows! The key to exploration is boldness, after all, and they are going to do their fucking best to discover if Robin Hood can come apart.