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Satellite on a satellite

Nov 18, 2009 23:41

Who: Crowley [yellow_snakeyes] and Aziraphale [noflamingsword]
What: Two old friends, doing what they always do. And maybe something else. Vague description is vague because even we're not quite sure yet.
Where: Crowley's flat
When: Shortly after this.
Why: Because this ship needs MOAR AWKWARD.
Warnings: Probably just Awkward. Maybe some UST. We'll see how this goes.

( Pirated TV is the best )

a.j. crowley, aziraphale

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noflamingsword November 21 2009, 09:27:15 UTC

Having dithered enough for a month, Aziraphale had decided it was probably healthier to leave the residence he was currently staying in. Lucifer kept making it sound like the place would become a minefield any day, which truly did not help on the angel's mood. So he did what he always did when he wanted a drink and company. Besides, there were always matters worthy of being brought up with Crowley, even if they were only for the sake of amusement.

Avoiding Lucifer's human trap, Aziraphale made his way to the floor he knew his friend lived. It didn't surprise him that it appeared much fancier than the other floors: Crowley had always had a taste for decadence.

He cleared his throat once he reached the door, feeling awkward all of the sudden. It was only a visit, so there was no reason for him to feel that way.

"Crowley, please?" he asked the door.

yellow_snakeyes November 21 2009, 15:29:16 UTC

Speak of the devil. Or angel, in this case. Crowley shut off the television and got to his feet to open the door for Aziraphale.

"Hi," he said. Then, frowning and with quite a bit more suspicion, he continued, "What's that?"

noflamingsword November 21 2009, 19:16:48 UTC

"Good evening," he answered blithely. It took a moment to register what Crowley referred to, but then Aziraphale looked down at the potted plant he was carrying in his arms. It had still not been in his possession long enough to begin to wilt. Perhaps it was Aziraphale's imagination, but it almost looked like it grew greener the closer it came to Crowley.

"Oh this? Well. You see--" There was a good reason for purchasing it, but the angel was reluctant to reveal it. He lifted it up to offer it to the demon.

yellow_snakeyes November 22 2009, 01:30:54 UTC

Crowley blinked in surprise, the gesture visible for once as he tended to forgo wearing his glasses when he was in the privacy of his own apartment. He reached out automatically to accept the plant, sparing it the briefest glance as all of his attention was fixed solely on Aziraphale. "Yes?" he prompted, when the angel seemed to hesitate.

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