A small shiver, body remaining still to let Aziraphale stay close. ❛Is everything okay, angel?❜

Carefully, he wrapped an arm around Aziraphale's body, gently holding him close. ❛Feel free to do so.❜

||; considering Radio Omens confirmed Aziraphale saw Crowley in a skirt in 1745s, I can't stop thinking about my baby demon dressed like t h i s ( last portrait is of a marriage and I can very much see Aziraphale and his demon wife there )

He squatted down to get back his knife, the pad of a finger running on the cold blade. ❛You started it.❜ He mocked the angel's tone.

Another drag from his cigarette, smoke slowly flowing past his nostrils. ❛I wonder what we're going to do from now on.❜

A wide smirk creeped upon his lips and a low hum of agreement vibrated through his throat. ❛Oh yes. Now that's an interesting idea. Go to Paris and get some crêpes without you risking a decapitation would be nice.❜

Another quick drag. ❛Just admit you want to eat the best sushi in the world.❜

A low hum. ❛Agree to that. I'd also like to visit the place, so. I don't mind the idea.❜

Small drag, long sigh of smoke. ❛I heard they have singing toilets . . if that's true, angel, we must take one for my flat.❜

I'm making copies, 𝘔𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘢𝘺.

Absently humming a song, the demon pulled a tray of chocolate chip cookies out of the oven. They're for 𝒂 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 only, so don't try to touch them.

G a s p. They're for him.

Not for one second breaking eye contact, Crowley slowly rose a hand, lazily flipping off the Archangel.

Arma folding beneath his torso, shoulders lazily raising. ❛At least I got something, you on the other hand . . ❜

A wide smile creeped upon his lips. ❛Kiss my buttocks.❜

Wasn't it obvious?

He scoff dryly. ❛From you? I'd prefer a Hellound's mouth close to it before yours.❜

Oh, foolish angel. They're all for him.

❛Oh no, it's just I can't imagine nothing worse than you close to my body.❜

Let's say half. He wants some too.