[Flat swirly thing. There's a moment of fiddling again, punctuated with irritable but not entirely understandable mutters and one actual, honest-to-god growl, before Aziraphale gets an almost equally blurry picture of an oddly colorless old man with shaggy hair, one eye that's clearly at least partially blind, and simple gray clothing, from the shoulders up. He looks about as gangly as Crowley, albeit much more delicate. The photo itself is at an angle, so Stone's image is diagonal across the frame.]
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[Flat swirly thing. There's a moment of fiddling again, punctuated with irritable but not entirely understandable mutters and one actual, honest-to-god growl, before Aziraphale gets an almost equally blurry picture of an oddly colorless old man with shaggy hair, one eye that's clearly at least partially blind, and simple gray clothing, from the shoulders up. He looks about as gangly as Crowley, albeit much more delicate. The photo itself is at an angle, so Stone's image is diagonal across the frame.]
Did that work? Can you see that?