Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post 2

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That Freudian slip, Crow

[salutosinedelectat]

For what it's worth, Aziraphale is mostly just preoccupied about whether or not he's sounding overeager, albeit, at the same time, a bit excited over the fact that he managed to push through his fussiness and change his priorities.

However, he does vaguely takes note of Crowley's sudden change in attitude, and means to ask, before the waiter does come back with the angel's starter, and Aziraphale's attention is (maybe thankfully) pulled away from the demon's embarrassment.

With a polite thank you to the waiter and an interested glance at the food, he gets back on track in the conversation. "Like I was saying - we can go anytime. No point in waiting."

... Is that too much? Is it too forward, is it too-- fast?

He has no idea what you're talking about, and oh look, a distraction.

[duckshaveears]

As though Crowley has ever minded anything being too fast. Anything. Ever. He just looks amazed, with a slow, wondering smile gradually growing on his face.

"Tomorrow morning?" he offers. "Could go right now, but there's this meal to finish. And it's dark. Not that that's a problem, just, you'll probably want to see the scenery. Once we're up there and there's scenery worth looking at." He pretends to reconsider, that smile turning into more of a smirk. "Then again maybe we should start off after dessert after all, London's not much to look at by daylight anyway."

Crowley, in contrast, does not give a blessing if he looks overeager or forward. He's both, always has been. And for the first time since the '70s, it seems that's...okay.

Expecting a distraction for the angel to show up in a restaurant is just easy mode

[salutosinedelectat]

Well, suddenly the already sudden plans are a lot more real and sounding a lot more sudden, and an intrinsic part of the angel feels the urge to gently hit the breaks, maybe slow down, not necessarily stop, but perhaps roll into the next exit on the side of the road and give things a moment's thought.

But, then, another part reminds him of how every reason he's done that in the past is now void. How his fears and anxieties are more akin to echos of past situations, rather than something he should be concerning himself with right now. And while the echoes are still a thing that is, a thing that exists and should probably be dealt with at some point, they're really not as bad as the actual thing and originated them.

Which is all to say: yes, it is okay. He's still finding his footing in this strange new place. But it is okay.

"Oh." Said with a smile and a vaguely surprised tone. "I-- I do suppose." That they can leave after dinner, he means. He does quite like London, at any point of the day. But, scenery, yes. Lots of it. All over the place. He's sure.

What's your point? Crowley cheats a lot.

[duckshaveears]

Crowley tilts his head, eyebrow raised. "You do suppose what?"

Vague was definitely the word for that answer. In fact it doesn't really qualify as an answer.

I'm just saying he's a CASUAL

[salutosinedelectat]

He raises the fork to his mouth, but stops. "I, er." He clears his throat. " I suppose we could go after we're done here. With dinner."

His nerves shouldn't be mistaken for uncertainty. Excitement sometimes just has a funny way of showing itself. But this time, at least, it comes with a smile. 

You say this like he should be offended and he just isn't. ;)

[duckshaveears]

Crowley's grin grows like a sunrise, slowly but bright enough to qualify as blinding. "And you said I was fast."

It's not teasing. It might be admiring, or maybe just happy. It's possible Crowley's never looked this happy before. It's possible he's never been this happy before.

He doesn't stop to analyze it, just leans back, wineglass in hand. "Anytime you like, angel. Anyplace, too. Got a particular area in mind or shall we tour the country at our leisure? I insist we stop by Loch Ness, though."

Crowley was originally responsible for the rumors of the monster in the lake, of course. He likes to stop by every few centuries when he's in the area to rile them up again.

he is unstoppable.......

[salutosinedelectat]

The angel purses his lips in a muted but amused smile, coy for all of the implication of that comment. Somewhere, deep, deep inside of him he wonders if they should revisit that - not that he wants to, but he worries, he frets about the times before now. But, before all of that, he is simply eager to to gently make his way, their way, into newfound freedom and into understanding each other better.

But that smile, Crowley's smile - it could outshine the sun, for all Aziraphale thinks.

Those things, though, are a bit too big to focus on during a conversation and planning. So he tries to focus, taking a bite of his food and pausing to think.

He touches his napkin to his lips. "I do think we should take our time." Which is to say, a lot of it. A lot of time, just the two of them. "There's a few spots I'd like to revisit, but there's no need to rush." Ironically enough.

Half of winning is arranging things in your favour in advance. That's not cheating, it's planning.

[duckshaveears]

There will be time to talk over past conversations, past misunderstandings. They're not forgotten, just...less important than they used to be. They don't carry the same weight they did, with the events that have happened since between then and now. They don't carry the same weight after conversations like the one that led them here.

There's time, for talking over all those things, for talking of new things, and for driving around Scotland not necessarily talking about anything at all. All the time in the world, and with the person Crowley most wants to spend time with.

Yeah, it's no wonder he's smiling the way he is, and he doesn't give a blessing who sees it.

"Sounds good to me." His mouth quirks in what can only be called find amusement. "For you, angel, I'll even go the speed limit. Mostly."

well dude played the LONGEST game

[salutosinedelectat]

Aziraphale finds himself rather honored that, despite everything, he gets to be that person. Both in spite and thanks to everything they've been through, both bother and as individuals.

Six thousand years, and it was all meant to end. Six thousand years and they're here.

His expression turns more towards fond amusement as he picks at his food. "Well. Lucky me." And he takes a bite, giving the demon a great bright smile.

HE SURE DID. Do you want to continue this, jump ahead, or pick up some other time in another meme?

[duckshaveears]

"Yeah," Crowley drawls, picking up a fork and blatantly stealing a bite of Aziraphale's starter, mostly to be cheeky. He's gotten away with it before, though not always. He saves the urge for special occasions. And if this isn't a special occasion, there's never been one. "Lucky you."

Maybe jumping ahead while they're travelling!

[salutosinedelectat]

The angel gasps faintly and quietly, fakely, over this great offense. He thought the wily serpent knew better than to touch his food.

"Getting cheeky, you are." Which is, of course, totally not flirting.

Yay!

[duckshaveears]

"Whaddya mean 'getting'?" Crowley smirks, looking over his sunglasses as he very deliberately eats the forkful he's stolen. "I've always been cheeky. And you like it."

Which most definitely is flirting.

[salutosinedelectat]

The angel smiles, in that muted way that could well be a knowing smirk, if he let it be.

"I've always found you to be rather harmless, my dear." And he takes another delicate bite, just to emphasize his point.

La la la finding really old threads

[duckshaveears]

"Oi!" A casual observer might believe Crowley to be genuinely offended. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms and glowering over his sunglasses. "You take that back. I won't stand for such heinous slander, angel, even from you."

(A more observant observer would notice the slight curve of his mouth, as though a smile forcibly restrained)

[salutosinedelectat]

The angel simply raises his brows, continuing to eat, and returning that positively furious glare with a look that doesn't so much scream, as politely declares that he will do no such thing, and that the recipient will just have to deal with it.

"I don't believe I will." He will, however, take a sip of his wine.

[duckshaveears]

It's infuriating. It's insulting. He's a demon and he shouldn't stand for it, except that it's also just adorable, particularly with that slight twinkle in Aziraphale's eyes just daring him to do something about it.

Crowley casually steals another forkful of food from the angel's plate, chewing it while still looking at him with eyebrow raised high. "Do you really want to taunt the demon who'll be driving you to Scotland?" he points out. "Really? Might regret that. All sorts of mischief I could get up to en route."

[salutosinedelectat]

Daring? No one's daring anyone. Of course not. He's an angel, all that he's doing is being honest, and politely standing his ground.

There's a muted smirk as Crowley so devilishly steals another bite, as if he might say something about it. But he doesn't.

"Oh?" That look and tone might imply a bit of daring, this time. "Such as?"

[duckshaveears]

"Oh, I'll have to wait for inspiration to strike, obviously," Crowley drawls before taking a long swallow of wine. He tilts his head back just so, to show off the long line of his neck a little. "Can't warn you in advance, after all. You might change your mind."

Something flickers in his eyes just a little at that, some shadow of doubt. Because for all that he's joking, there's a little truth in it. Aziraphale could change his mind. Satan knows this is more than they've ever dared before, and even if the reasons why Aziraphale's always balked at doing things openly in the past are astonishingly no long relevant, even if they've hinted at certain things never before confessed...

He puts the glass back down on the table a little too hard and tries to find something to say to cover up the moment. "Take back all my promises about speed limits, at the very least," he says. "Play bebop the whole way. Go cross-country and terrorize the sheep."

[salutosinedelectat]

Aziraphale watches him, entirely missing that faint moment of uncertainty in Crowley's eyes, far to enraptured in the banter and the meal. And, possibly, finding his eyes wandering to the demon's slender neck to a moment, before he speaks again.

Of course he could change his mind. He could do a lot of things, just as much as he could find himself haunted by the echoes of rules and risks past. There's still so much to work through. But, right this moment, he's too busy trying to outwit the demon to worry about that, clearly.

The angel scoffs; at what suggestion, is unclear. "Not if I have any say in it." His tone is still amused, light, playful even

[duckshaveears]

"Ah, but you wouldn't, that's the point. My car, my rules. That's how it worksss." His grin has a touch of fang in it. He loves when Aziraphale is playful. Most of the time. So long as coin tricks and rabbits are nowhere involved. "And I know where the best gastropubs are."

[salutosinedelectat]

"Oh, is that how that is?" At the sound of rules, as if there have ever been any proper explicit rules that Aziraphale has ever explicitly and properly followed without at least bending them a little. Or finding a certain demon to do so for him.

[duckshaveears]

"Yes." Said firmly, unquestionably, and if you doubt even a smidgen of it he would be desperately offended. It's nonetheless bullshit, of course, and the curve of Crowley's mouth makes it clear he knows Aziraphale knows that. "Now finish your meal do we can turn our attention to where to go first, unless you do want me to pick a direction at random."

Stonehenge, maybe. Spooking the tourists is always good for a laugh or two.

[salutosinedelectat]

"Well, you're in a rush." Which is, quite frankly, quite sweet of the demon. Cute, even, to use a word that should never be uttered out loud. There's something very infectious about whenever Crowley shows genuine excitement (when said excitement isn't otherwise met with dread), and there's something rather charming over the consideration that the company might have something to do with it. Maybe. Possibly.

"There's only so many ways you can drive to Scotland."