The Magi, you say

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley was rather pleased with himself. It had taken a bit of doing, but he was certain his plans were all coming together and one particular couple's holiday celebrations would be ruinous. Tragic. Wasted money, wasted time...

She had the most beautiful hair and He knew the combs would look gorgeous. Crowley convinced him to sacrifice his prize watch. At the same time, she admired the fob, and Crowley came to her, offering coin for her lovely locks.

By tonight it would be a done deal and the demon sat with his wine, sure he'd have two more souls by dawn.

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[sauntereddownward]

The angel couldn't possibly know how that tickled up and down his spine.

It made him smile as he surveyed the crowd. He couldn't make this easy...

His eyes landed on a scruffy, dirty blonde man with a pipe and an old sailor with a peg leg.

"Them."

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale looked over... and then frowned. "Do you think they're a couple?"

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley studied the pair for a moment.

"They aren't enemies," he offered.

[theangelfell]

"Sure, but... I think they might just be... drunk," Aziraphale said, studying them. "What if they're just friends?"

[sauntereddownward]

"They both look lonely. Maybe they just need a nudge..." he tempted.

[theangelfell]

"Well... I suppose it wouldn't hurt..." Even if Aziraphale didn't look especially convinced.

He glanced over at them, and just gave them... well. A little nudge.