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]

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?"

[sauntereddownward]

"Awww-ohhh, I don't know. Not really my area, is it? Love? More your sort of thing. What do you think is romantic?" the demon asked slyly.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale looked down. "Oh honestly, Crowley, how would I know," he mumbled, convinced that whatever he said, Crowley would just make fun of him.

[sauntereddownward]

"Go on. Yes you do," he pushed.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale looked uncomfortable. "I don't know, I suppose there's something to be said for an effort to make something special, don't you think? And to push away everything else. Just you, like there's nothing else in the world."

[sauntereddownward]

"When I'm with you there may as well not be anything else in the world," he replied. "I don't notice."

[theangelfell]

"Oh," said Aziraphale, and smiled, still looking down. "See, that's quite romantic, Crowley."

[sauntereddownward]

"It's not romantic. It's just true," he replied. "Romance is...lovelorn poetry and severed ears and such."

Perhaps, as a demon, he had a bit of a skewed perspective about 'romance'.

[theangelfell]

"I think it's romantic," Aziraphale said. Then he hesitated before suggesting, "Why don't we spend the night together, somewhere here in the city? A honeymoon suite with a view of the river."