Aziraphale

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley had been having a ball. He'd figured out a bit of hackery with some code and some infernal miracles and soon enough he had millions of people angry at social media for long load times, zero refresh rates, and suspensions that came and were lifted seemingly at random.

He was absolutely giddy as he walked into the bookshop. He spied the angel in his chair and went to the one unanimously agreed to be his and flopped down, legs splayed out long and wide.

"Isn't it the most beautiful day?" he said cheerfully.

Never a good sign.

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[theangelfell]

Utterly clueless as to why Crowley suddenly seemed so put out, Aziraphale just sighed. "Honestly, Crowley. You're so judgey. That's supposed to be my side's bit."

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley was too busy grumbling to himself about all the ways he was going to make that boy regret he'd ever met Aziraphale.

Lips pursed, arms folded, he was well on his way to a full on pout.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale frowned, not understanding why Crowley seemed so upset. Maybe he needed tea. "Would you like some tea, my dear?"

[sauntereddownward]

"Yes," he snapped childishly, only more annoyed that the angel was as kind as ever.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale ignored his tone, and got up from his chair. He returned a moment later with his favorite mug, the one with little angel wings on it, and handed it to Crowley, with tea exactly as he liked it. Then he kissed the top of Crowley's head. "There you are, my dear."

Clearly Crowley was simply in a bad mood because he was lacking tea.

[sauntereddownward]

He huffed a breath out his nose as he took the tea.

"Thank you, angel."

Manners. Always.

[theangelfell]

"You're very welcome," Aziraphale said pleasantly, and sat back down. His own cup was still perfectly hot. "What should we do tonight? I thought we might... spend some time together."

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley took a loud slurp of tea, enjoying it dramatically.

"That sounds pleasant," he said. "Oysters?"

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale's eyes lit up. "Wonderful. Yes."

[sauntereddownward]

A little smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

That trollop wouldn't take Aziraphale for oysters. Crowley was clearly the better choice.

"Oysters it is," he said, finally with some cheer to him.

[theangelfell]

Still completely clueless, Aziraphale said, "Why don't we go somewhere nice? A bottle of wine, a view of the river..."

[sauntereddownward]

"Moonlight and yooou..." he sang to finish that off.

"Yes. We can look at the filthy river and be grateful the oysters are imported."

[theangelfell]

"We should wear tuxedos," Aziraphale offered brightly.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley arched a brow and lowered his glasses to look at him.

"Tuxedos."

Even though his tone was dry, he knew Aziraphale knew him well enough to tempt him with a bit of flash. A bit over the top. The angel really was a bit of a bastard.

"Alright."

[theangelfell]

"Well let's see it," Aziraphale said, quite liking the idea of Crowley in a tuxedo.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley let loose a sigh, dramatically letting Aziraphale know how put out he was. Except he wasn't, even a little, and he snapped his fingers and looked very international spy.

"Better?"

[theangelfell]

He looked... amazing.

Aziraphale bit his lip and nodded.

[sauntereddownward]

Yes. That look in his eyes was much better. Crowley was definitely going to make Alcuin pay for ever causing Aziraphale's eye to wander.

"And you," he pushed.

[theangelfell]

"Oh, um." Aziraphale looked slightly embarrassed, because he knew he couldn't manage looking as good as Crowley.

A second later, he too was wearing a tuxedo. One that looked quite similar to the suit he always wore. The same cream color. The same tartan bowtie.

[sauntereddownward]

"It's supposed to be black tie, angel," he said as he admired him with a lascivious smile. The tux would definitely look better on the floor.

[theangelfell]

"Oh," said Aziraphale. "Um." He tried again, and this time the tux was black and gray tartan and the tie was black. "Is that better? I think it just rather... sticks. Do I look ridiculous?"

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley slowly set his cup aside and rose with grace in one smooth motion. On his feet, the demon stepped up, chest to chest, and reached up to fuss with the tie to straighten it.

"Fetching," he finally decided aloud.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale went slightly pink. "Thank you, my dear."

[sauntereddownward]

"Should I bring the car round?" he asked. The glasses did make it a bit difficult to make out that Crowley was absolutely mesmerized by his lips.

[theangelfell]

"Yes, please," said Aziraphale, and smiled. He liked the idea that Crowley might like the way he looked.