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]

"They are for us," Aziraphale said cheerfully, and ate another.

[sauntereddownward]

:Did you just miracle us good oysters?" Crowley asked, vaguely scandalized...and vaguely impressed. "That's a gross misuse of that skill, don't you think?"

[theangelfell]

"I didn't have to miracle exactly," Aziraphale mumbled. "Just encouraged a little."

[sauntereddownward]

"Hmph. Encouraged," he replied.

Then took another and slurped it with obscene enjoyment.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale's gaze lingered on Crowley's mouth after he swallowed. Then he refilled his own glass of wine.

[sauntereddownward]

"Maybe we ought to go away. Always appreciate home more upon return. How'd you like to travel?" Crowley asked.

[theangelfell]

"Oh," said Crowley, a little surprised. "You want to go away? Nothing to attend to here?"

[sauntereddownward]

He arched a brow.

"Do you have anything to attend to here?" he asked, wondering if he was hesitant because of Alcuin. He'd have to squash that, but fast.

[theangelfell]

Actually Aziraphale was thinking that getting Crowley out of the city might be good for Alcuin. "I mean, just... the bookshop," he said. "But. Where do you want to go?"

[sauntereddownward]

"Let's go to Tokyo," he suggested. "We can do a sushi tour."

[theangelfell]

"Oh!" said Aziraphale. "That actually sounds... really nice. I like sushi."

[sauntereddownward]

"I know you do, angel," Crowley purred, taking another oyster.

[theangelfell]

"When should we go?" Aziraphale asked, suddenly liking the idea of traveling with Crowley.

[sauntereddownward]

"I don't have anything pressing on my schedule. Any time you like," he smiled. A little trip might be nice. Sushi. Tea. And just the two of them...

[theangelfell]

"Same," said Aziraphale. "A nice hotel, maybe?"

[sauntereddownward]

"Only the best hotel. I haven't been tempting humanity to not take advantage of the comforts they've invented," he grinned.

[theangelfell]

"It sounds... very romantic," said Aziraphale.

[sauntereddownward]

"Do you think so? Perhaps," he replied. "Do you want it to be romantic?"

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale hesitated. "That's... appropriate, right?"

[sauntereddownward]

"I think we've concluded it's not...Bad."

It couldn't be Good, either. Perhaps it was simply Ineffable.

[theangelfell]

"We could go tonight," Aziraphale offered, and drained the rest of his glass of wine.

[sauntereddownward]

"You want to get on a plane after a night of oysters and wine?" he asked. "I'm sure it lacks romance, but I was thinking we could go shock the houseplants," he smirked.

[theangelfell]

Crowley made a good point. "I worry about your plants though," he sighed. "I don't want to upset them."

[sauntereddownward]

A devilish grin tugged the corner of his mouth high.

"Maybe they like it," he suggested.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale considered him for a moment and then asked, "What would you idea of romance be?"