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The weather isn't quite managing to be seasonal, although it's doing its very best to appear so. It's sleeting furiously, cold and wet and more than enough excuse to walk closer than is entirely proper, shoulders brushing every now and again.
Aziraphael's nose is tucked inside the long green scarf wrapped three times around his neck, but it's still possible to see that he's smiling.
The bookshop is in front of them entirely too soon, although perhaps Crowley doesn't agree - the angel has barely shrugged his coat off before there's cashmere-clad demon in front of a roaring fire in the back room. He shakes his head, grins, and goes to tuck himself into the corner of the sofa from which he can best see Crowley's face.
Aziraphael's nose is tucked inside the long green scarf wrapped three times around his neck, but it's still possible to see that he's smiling.
The bookshop is in front of them entirely too soon, although perhaps Crowley doesn't agree - the angel has barely shrugged his coat off before there's cashmere-clad demon in front of a roaring fire in the back room. He shakes his head, grins, and goes to tuck himself into the corner of the sofa from which he can best see Crowley's face.