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Extremely Exhausted Starters

“You. Rest. Now.”

“You took five steps and need to sit down again?”

“I’m absolutely fine, I just need to sit down.”

“I just need to sit-what do you mean I’m already laying down?”

“Your eyes aren’t focusing. Just close them for ten minutes.”

“Write one sentence on this piece of paper, and then I’ll let you up.”

“I just need a breather, that’s all. Maybe ten. No fifteen.”

“We’re both so exhausted we can’t even argue about not being exhausted.”

“When I said I needed five more minutes I meant it more like hours.”

“… no… I’m tired… let me sleep… I don’t want to get up.”

“We need to get out of the heat, you’re starting to look sick.”

“You can’t hide those shaking hands from me. You need to stop.”

“I’m just a little cold, I’m okay, really. Let me sit with a blanket or something.”

“Moving…? No I’m good thanks.”

“Gravity has a hold on me of which I have not the strength to break.”

“Was… was that actually there? That wasn’t there was it?”

“I’ve had no energy for three days.”

“You worked yourself so hard that you’ve been sentenced to three days of bed rest.”

“Listen I can… I can get up. It’s fine.”

“If we’re both in this state, we both really screwed up somewhere huh?”

“I have energy for exactly one more person of favourable standing, and going the hell to bed. With or without that person, bed is happening.”

“You’ve struggled to move anything for the last hour.”

“This is what happens when you over exert yourself.”

“You were almost dead from pushing it too far!”

“I went a little overboard sure… but I’m still alive. So shh.”

When, though? I don’t remember being near you that day.

@warlocknottheantichristdowling look what I found! It was in the boot of my car!

I…that wasn’t even the point. But I guess since we’re talking about it, you were more of a mother than she ever was.

Ok, everyone please quit picking in Mom. He’s a very scary demon with the reputation to prove it.

We’ve been over this: I’m not your mother, she just paid me to take care of you because she’s…a busy woman.

Warlock makes a face at the mention of a haircut ( he likes his hair long, thank you very much) but knows better than to argue with Nanny.

He shrugs at the question. “School mostly…” And trying to teach himself control of his telekinesis, but he didn’t think Nanny knew about that.

*tackle hugs from behind then buries face in Crowley’s wings*

Wh—?! Oh, it’s you! Hello little lad.

Louisiana French, ASL, Spanish, Enochian, and ecclesiastical Latin.

If you could instantly be granted fluency in 5 languages—not taking away your existing language proficiency in any way, solely a gain—what 5 would you choose?

”Things…move. Or float…or explode. Some lightbulbs in blew when I failed my history final…the study door slammed last time I tried talking to Father and he ignored me…weird stuff like that…I feel the stuff, I know it’s not just accidents……” he trailed off, feeling like he was explaining badly. His hair was floating a little now.

*tackle hugs from behind then buries face in Crowley’s wings*

Wh—?! Oh, it’s you! Hello little lad.

I do consider you a parent, though. You were there for my life way more than my biological parents were. You made me feel important and wanted and loved.

Ok, everyone please quit picking in Mom. He’s a very scary demon with the reputation to prove it.

We’ve been over this: I’m not your mother, she just paid me to take care of you because she’s…a busy woman.

Before I get ahead of myself—

The reason Crowley & Aziraphale don’t know about Warlock’s telekinesis is because pre-Apocanope it was blocked, but when Adam named dog, whatever had locked it was broken.

He shakes his head, now refusing to look him in the eye. “I-it’s nothing, just practicing some stuff…” Warlock’s hair rustles a little as he tries to calm himself down.

This is going to take some real pushing.

*tackle hugs from behind then buries face in Crowley’s wings*

Wh—?! Oh, it’s you! Hello little lad.