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lunchbreaks) wrote2019-07-18 09:30 pm
lunchbreaks) wrote2019-07-18 09:30 pm
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"I do like Japan," he responds. "And I have been wanting to use my Japanese more often." Aziraphale, on the other hand, has no problems showing Crowley how excited he is by the prospect.
"Ah yes, let's do it. Let's take a trip." He's practically buzzing in his seat. "Any time you wish."
"Ah yes, let's do it. Let's take a trip." He's practically buzzing in his seat. "Any time you wish."
His enthusiasm radiates from him like sunlight, and itβs all Crowley can do not to just bask in it. He takes a sip of his mimosa.
βJust need a couple of days to book the travel,β he says easily. βJapan it is. Havenβt been there in several centuries, myself.β
βJust need a couple of days to book the travel,β he says easily. βJapan it is. Havenβt been there in several centuries, myself.β
"Oh, good, I'll get to show you around," he says, smiling and already plotting all the things in his head. "So many things for you to see, you'll like it there. It's changed so much!"
He'd missed all the technological advances, of course, but Aziraphale thinks he might get a kick out of them.
He'd missed all the technological advances, of course, but Aziraphale thinks he might get a kick out of them.
"I'm sure I'll like it," Crowley says easily, and truthfully. He likes anything that Aziraphale is enthusiastic about, after all. The angel's pleasure is more than enough to make him happy, apart from anything else.
"We'll do whatever you like. Probably a few shrines, while we're there, eh?"
"We'll do whatever you like. Probably a few shrines, while we're there, eh?"
"Oh yes," he says. "Can you go to the shrines and temples? Not sure if they count as consecrated. I'd be happy to stay back if you can't- I've seen them all already, wouldn't want to be a bad travel partner."
Now that they got to go somewhere together, he'd want to make sure they were spending their time together. He could always go to Japan and visit the temples anytime he wished, after all.
Now that they got to go somewhere together, he'd want to make sure they were spending their time together. He could always go to Japan and visit the temples anytime he wished, after all.
"Should be fine, long as they're not consecrated to the Almighty," Crowley says with a shrug. "You know how particular She can be."
It's nice, though. "...Thanks for thinking of it, though."
Considerate. Thoughtful. Makes Crowley feel good.
"Isn't there an island full of monkeys there, too?" he adds.
It's nice, though. "...Thanks for thinking of it, though."
Considerate. Thoughtful. Makes Crowley feel good.
"Isn't there an island full of monkeys there, too?" he adds.
"Oh, an island full of monkeys? I hope so, let's go see it." He claps his hands together as their food arrives, and the waitress naturally places one of the dishes confusingly in front of Crowley, which is probably where it will remain until Aziraphale is done his current dish, anyway.
"Perhaps we could visit Disneyworld. I hear it's even nicer than the one in the States, though I haven't actually gone to that one. But I hear it's marvelous."
"Perhaps we could visit Disneyworld. I hear it's even nicer than the one in the States, though I haven't actually gone to that one. But I hear it's marvelous."
"Sure, if you like," Crowley says easily, though he'd almost certainly have to pull something dastardly just to maintain his professional dignity if they do wind up going to a theme park. Make the tea cups break down or something.
"Oh, excellent," he says, the idea brightening his entire face. He's radiant with excitement. Practically glowing.
And then he tucks into his avocado toast, and acts like it's the most divine thing he's ever consumed.
"Oh, it's lovely. Perfectly creamy avocado, bright pickled onions. Try it, dear."
And then he tucks into his avocado toast, and acts like it's the most divine thing he's ever consumed.
"Oh, it's lovely. Perfectly creamy avocado, bright pickled onions. Try it, dear."
Crowley is glad he's wearing his sunglasses - he's got a great excuse for it in public, obviously, but another pleasant side effect is that he can watch Aziraphale eat without appearing weird or creepy. The way he savors his food is enough to make him want to shift in his seat, his mind immediately going to indecent thoughts.
"Sure," he murmurs, grabbing a bit of the toast from Aziraphale's plate, popping it into his mouth. He shrugs after a moment. "'s all right, I guess. I'm not really into avocados."
Does he say this to get the angel to gush some more? Possibly.
"Sure," he murmurs, grabbing a bit of the toast from Aziraphale's plate, popping it into his mouth. He shrugs after a moment. "'s all right, I guess. I'm not really into avocados."
Does he say this to get the angel to gush some more? Possibly.
"You don't? But they're... so creamy, and yet, green. What a lovely texture, especially against the toasted bread. Cut so thick, I'm very glad artisan bread is back in style. I didn't much care for the soft white breads supposed to be brioche, really." Though he did love some real brioche...
"Not sure why they've decked it all out with seeds and nuts, though, I think that's a bit gilding the lily." He looks on at Crowley, and gets momentarily distracted with Thoughts that he thought he'd told to simmer down and quell for now, but which seemingly haven't decided to completely behave.
Because they were going on a trip together, and it would be lovely. And winding through groups and crowds, they'd have to stay close, hold hands, be pressed together on the train. Japan was maybe not a good idea for his wretchedly beating heart.
He tears his gaze away to dab at the corners of his mouth with a napkin.
"Not sure why they've decked it all out with seeds and nuts, though, I think that's a bit gilding the lily." He looks on at Crowley, and gets momentarily distracted with Thoughts that he thought he'd told to simmer down and quell for now, but which seemingly haven't decided to completely behave.
Because they were going on a trip together, and it would be lovely. And winding through groups and crowds, they'd have to stay close, hold hands, be pressed together on the train. Japan was maybe not a good idea for his wretchedly beating heart.
He tears his gaze away to dab at the corners of his mouth with a napkin.
"You're the expert, angel," Crowley says, keeping his tone light, a smile tugging faintly at his lips.
This is going to be a very nice holiday. He'll get to watch Aziraphale eat who knows how many times? And they'll drink some great sake. See things together. Maybe Aziraphale will take his arm as they stroll through Japanese gardens, enjoying the plant life...
"You sure you want me along, I mean we've been seeing a lot of each other lately, you're... not getting tired of me or anything..."
He sort of trails off on a mutter, as he recalls his rather desperate attempts to get Aziraphale to run away with him, before. Now he wants to go on holiday together? He probably shouldn't be looking this gift horse in the mouth.
This is going to be a very nice holiday. He'll get to watch Aziraphale eat who knows how many times? And they'll drink some great sake. See things together. Maybe Aziraphale will take his arm as they stroll through Japanese gardens, enjoying the plant life...
"You sure you want me along, I mean we've been seeing a lot of each other lately, you're... not getting tired of me or anything..."
He sort of trails off on a mutter, as he recalls his rather desperate attempts to get Aziraphale to run away with him, before. Now he wants to go on holiday together? He probably shouldn't be looking this gift horse in the mouth.
Aziraphale senses the hesitation in Crowley's voice and he puts his toast down, as well as his tea, and wipes his fingers off on the napkin. After that, he reaches out and takes one of Crowley's hands in both of his own.
"My dear Crowley, whatever gave you that impression?" he asks, honestly concerned that he'd somehow managed to offend Crowley or something. He knows he's always been the one to chase Crowley out of his bookshop at the end of the night, but that was always because - well, it wasn't proper, to have him stay so long. What if Heaven had found out?
And then they did, and it hardly mattered anymore.
"My dear Crowley, whatever gave you that impression?" he asks, honestly concerned that he'd somehow managed to offend Crowley or something. He knows he's always been the one to chase Crowley out of his bookshop at the end of the night, but that was always because - well, it wasn't proper, to have him stay so long. What if Heaven had found out?
And then they did, and it hardly mattered anymore.
"Nothing," Crowley says immediately. "You haven't done anything wrong, promise. Just..."
He reaches for something that is the truth, if not the whole truth, then at least some part of it.
"I guess I'm just... expecting there to be a catch, somewhere," he points out. "And, well... the bloke, you're not angry about that whole thing, right?"
Ugh, he's terrible at this.
He reaches for something that is the truth, if not the whole truth, then at least some part of it.
"I guess I'm just... expecting there to be a catch, somewhere," he points out. "And, well... the bloke, you're not angry about that whole thing, right?"
Ugh, he's terrible at this.
Aziraphale blinks. "Why in the world would there be a catch-- What do you mean-- which bloke?" he asks, completely having forgotten al about George from this morning. In fact, if he had to come up with any men in recent memory having to do with Crowley, he'd--
--Oh, right. Right, George.
"Heavens Crowley, why would I be upset over who you choose to take to bed? I think it's quite sweet he's obviously taken a liking to you, naturally that you don't feel the same I wish you had come out to chase him off earlier, but I can hardly blame you when you'd communicated to him, or him for trying."
--Oh, right. Right, George.
"Heavens Crowley, why would I be upset over who you choose to take to bed? I think it's quite sweet he's obviously taken a liking to you, naturally that you don't feel the same I wish you had come out to chase him off earlier, but I can hardly blame you when you'd communicated to him, or him for trying."
"Uh..."
Crowley scrunches up his face a bit as he tries to work out a response to that. How does he feel about this? Relieved? A little, sure. Also, perhaps, a bit disappointed? He's got to admit, he might've hoped for a slightly more... extreme reaction from the angel upon finding he'd taken a human to bed. If not jealousy, then... what?
He's absolutely ridiculous, even for a demon. Just... a complete and utter failure.
"Forget I said anything," he says finally, waving a vague hand. "Guess I'm just... used to there being a catch. Not having Hell breathing down my neck all the time is taking some getting used to."
Crowley scrunches up his face a bit as he tries to work out a response to that. How does he feel about this? Relieved? A little, sure. Also, perhaps, a bit disappointed? He's got to admit, he might've hoped for a slightly more... extreme reaction from the angel upon finding he'd taken a human to bed. If not jealousy, then... what?
He's absolutely ridiculous, even for a demon. Just... a complete and utter failure.
"Forget I said anything," he says finally, waving a vague hand. "Guess I'm just... used to there being a catch. Not having Hell breathing down my neck all the time is taking some getting used to."
"Crowley," Aziraphale says, in a way that sounds equal parts disappointed and equal parts completely done. "I wasn't really upset because he was naked, you know, though I think it is a bit odd, I swear you have the largest windows in London. But George is hardly the first human I've seen without clothes on, and I assure you my delicate angel sensibilities aren't harmed."
He picks at his food. Hadn't Crowley remembered how Roman baths were part of socializing? If Aziraphale had ever had problems with nudity at the time, he sure wouldn't have afterward.
That's what all this is about, right?
He picks at his food. Hadn't Crowley remembered how Roman baths were part of socializing? If Aziraphale had ever had problems with nudity at the time, he sure wouldn't have afterward.
That's what all this is about, right?
Crowley blinks in surprise at the angel. "I didn't think you were. Why would you care about a naked human?"
Except that he was in my bed, his mind supplies.
"Like I said, forget it."
Except that he was in my bed, his mind supplies.
"Like I said, forget it."
"What?" Aziraphale asks, not forgetting it. "Well, then why would I be upset?"
"No, no, not why would I be upset. Why do you think I would be upset at finding one of your paramours in the kitchen?"
People around them are starting to eavesdrop, and sending hushed texts to each other.
"No, no, not why would I be upset. Why do you think I would be upset at finding one of your paramours in the kitchen?"
People around them are starting to eavesdrop, and sending hushed texts to each other.
Oh, this is not going to a place he wants to go. He desperately wants to get off this metaphorical train.
"Well... I mean... because it's... I dunno, you don't like knowing I'm messing about with humans? Fornicating?"
Grasping at straws, here.
"Well... I mean... because it's... I dunno, you don't like knowing I'm messing about with humans? Fornicating?"
Grasping at straws, here.
Aziraphale looks at Crowley like he's grown two heads. "What? Why would I-- you expected me to think you hadn't in six thousand years?" he asks, hushed so no one can hear. In fact, miraculously there's quite a bit of buzzing, as he's noticed people starting to gossip.
"It is really absolutely none of my business who you bed, my dear, after all, you are a demon. I imagine it can't be work all the time."
"It is really absolutely none of my business who you bed, my dear, after all, you are a demon. I imagine it can't be work all the time."
That miracle was a good idea, because Crowley is now looking a little offended.
"Wha - what sort of demon d'you think I am? I - I don't -"
What? He doesn't what? He doesn't sleep with humans that often? That's true enough. He's only done it a handful of times. And never for work.
"Wha - what sort of demon d'you think I am? I - I don't -"
What? He doesn't what? He doesn't sleep with humans that often? That's true enough. He's only done it a handful of times. And never for work.
"You don't... tempt humans into bed?" He had just assumed that, as part of their arrangement, he never pushed any of those temptations Aziraphale's way.
"Well, my mistake then. I just thought, you know... every other sin is fair game."
Well, this was shaping up to be awkward. "But that's-- that's better. Fair, I suppose."
"Well, my mistake then. I just thought, you know... every other sin is fair game."
Well, this was shaping up to be awkward. "But that's-- that's better. Fair, I suppose."
"No, I don't!" Crowley looks affronted. "I tempt them into sleeping with each other, sometimes, but I don't tempt them into sleeping with me."
That almost stings a little. Sure, he'd had a bloke over last night, but that was the first time in ages!
"Are you saying you've been assuming all these centuries that I... what, slept my way around the world?"
That almost stings a little. Sure, he'd had a bloke over last night, but that was the first time in ages!
"Are you saying you've been assuming all these centuries that I... what, slept my way around the world?"
"Not around the world, no. But certainly a fair few times, you know. We are six thousand."
"And I hardly thought you'd need to do any actual tempting anyway, besides normal human seduction, it's not like I thought you'd ever coerce anyone to do anything. You much prefer giving them the choice and guiding them to the option, anyway, I didn't think you'd done anything... untoward. Or unfair."
"And I hardly thought you'd need to do any actual tempting anyway, besides normal human seduction, it's not like I thought you'd ever coerce anyone to do anything. You much prefer giving them the choice and guiding them to the option, anyway, I didn't think you'd done anything... untoward. Or unfair."
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