Anthony J Crowley: Vaguely Sauntering Downward (_crowley_) wrote in snapthread,
No, it had not moved -- at least not so much where the crepe shoppe was now an interdimensional cafe, anyway. So, in that, Aziraphale was absolutely correct: this was not right. It most certainly wasn't Paris. Frankly, it didn't even really feel like Earth.
Crowley was all at once making a face; simultaneous confusion, big frown and possibly a big pout was on the way in, next. It all seemed fair, given that he was confused and also upset because this was not how he'd planned on spending his day, not at all. It felt like a big waste of energy to go about saving the world from mass destruction only to go on a field trip to somewhere else immediately after.
"What?" He asked, turning a good deal of outrage onto Aziraphale. "What did I do? What did you do?"