#aziraphale takes the top drawer heyo!

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“My cousin?” Mr. Crowley finally found his voice.

“Yes. Your cousin. Shax,” Mary clarified. “She’ll be countersigning the trust papers.”

“Shax?” It seemed Mr. Crowley was only capable of repeating Mary’s words back to her. He said the name like a curse.

“Yes, your cousin. Ms. Shax Morningstar.” Mary waited to see if Mr. Crowley was going to mimic her words once again, but he remained silent. “She apologizes she was not able to arrive sooner, but cited a previous engagement. Mr. Crowley may be joining her, as well, though he couldn’t say for certain.”

“Which Mr. Crowley?” asked Mr. Crowley.

“Mr. Ferdinand Crowley.”

“Fur-fur?!” Mr. Crowley (Mr. Anthony Crowley, of course) exclaimed too loudly. He contorted his face into a sneer that clearly demonstrated his opinion of Cousin Ferdinand, if the diminutive nickname hadn’t been enough of a clue. His fiance was observing him coolly, and seemed to be unbothered by his flash of teeth.