All right, that answers that. Aziraphale would have been fine with either. He's fond of his back room in the bookshop, a cozy place to hide away from the rest of London, either with a book and a cup of cocoa or Crowley and a bottle or more of wine. But there is something alluring about Crowley's flat, as well. Perhaps it's because it reminds him of Crowley. The room with all the plants is especially nice.
He gently leads Crowley in the direction of his bookshop, arm in arm as if it's the most natural thing in the world. As if they do this all the time, and his heart beats a little faster at the idea that they can now, if they like, whenever they like.
"The sushi is very good," he agrees, before the rest of Crowley's words catch up to him. He looks at the demon, eyes lighting up at the prospect. "You want to go back? Really? I mean, yes, of course I do." He gives Crowley's arm a squeeze. "I'll have to think of some more songs..." No more songs about unrequited love, for a start.
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Date: 2019-09-10 04:28 pm (UTC)He gently leads Crowley in the direction of his bookshop, arm in arm as if it's the most natural thing in the world. As if they do this all the time, and his heart beats a little faster at the idea that they can now, if they like, whenever they like.
"The sushi is very good," he agrees, before the rest of Crowley's words catch up to him. He looks at the demon, eyes lighting up at the prospect. "You want to go back? Really? I mean, yes, of course I do." He gives Crowley's arm a squeeze. "I'll have to think of some more songs..." No more songs about unrequited love, for a start.