Crowley wouldn't really have done the tattoo. He might have agreed to a t-shirt. Would wear it, too, cackling at how terrible and cheese it is but secretly thrumming with pride and adoration.
But Aziraphale's unracy fantasy perfectly matches Crowley's own wishes, and he settles down happily again with a small appreciative grunt, nuzzling his nose against Aziraphale's chest in a way that must be ticklish. "Mmmm, not gonna arguue with that. Sounds perfect." His arm squeezes around Aziraphale's waist. "Might fall asleep though, if you're too long about it. So it's at your own risk."
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headcanon: for Christmas he absolutely gets them gag t-shirts along these lines.
Date: 2020-03-18 11:47 pm (UTC)But Aziraphale's unracy fantasy perfectly matches Crowley's own wishes, and he settles down happily again with a small appreciative grunt, nuzzling his nose against Aziraphale's chest in a way that must be ticklish. "Mmmm, not gonna arguue with that. Sounds perfect." His arm squeezes around Aziraphale's waist. "Might fall asleep though, if you're too long about it. So it's at your own risk."