It doesn't occur to Crowley to wonder if Aziraphale means all these sung praises, past the moment's fun of singing them. The angel likes things. That includes Crowley. It's safely a given. He even lets Crowley hang around in his bookshop, for Someone's sake. No one else has that permission. It's a song about friendship and fun things and 's all good. Easier than the first duet was, really.
Besides, Aziraphale is the top, as far as Crowley is concerned. It's not even a compliment, it's fact. He's an angel, except he's a blessed sight better than all the other ones up there because he's actually good, instead of theoretically hypocritically righteously Good. Crowley will stand by that opinion until his last breath whether Aziraphale ever agrees with it or not. He'd fling it at Gabriel if he had the chance. At the Almighty, even.
Not that this makes Aziraphale flawless, mind, but that's just as well. Perfection would be incredibly boring.
Crowley flings himself back into their booth, draping himself all over his side of it. "Maybe in a bit. Want a bit of a break first. Go on and do a solo, if you like." He has a look at the bottle of sake and looks impressed. "They've sent over the good stuff, angel. Maybe we both should be considering new careers."
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They absolutely now have shippers in this bar, and I may be bringing them in later.
Date: 2019-09-06 02:37 pm (UTC)Besides, Aziraphale is the top, as far as Crowley is concerned. It's not even a compliment, it's fact. He's an angel, except he's a blessed sight better than all the other ones up there because he's actually good, instead of theoretically hypocritically righteously Good. Crowley will stand by that opinion until his last breath whether Aziraphale ever agrees with it or not. He'd fling it at Gabriel if he had the chance. At the Almighty, even.
Not that this makes Aziraphale flawless, mind, but that's just as well. Perfection would be incredibly boring.
Crowley flings himself back into their booth, draping himself all over his side of it. "Maybe in a bit. Want a bit of a break first. Go on and do a solo, if you like." He has a look at the bottle of sake and looks impressed. "They've sent over the good stuff, angel. Maybe we both should be considering new careers."