One demon in particular, thinks the angel.

[ineffableangel]

Aziraphale can tell when the clouds knit together that the storm is a demon-binger. A demon-binger, for those unused to Aziraphale's world, is like a harbinger, only far more loud, dangerous, and unsubtle. Well, perhaps unsubtle is the wrong word. This demon can be very subtle when he wants to be

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[h8_ineffability]

The Bentley pulled up outside the shop and Crowley slid out with casual, boneless grace. He didn't bother locking the door. He knew nobody would steal the Bentley, so, of course, nobody ever did. He strolled up to the door and opened it. If it had been locked before, it wasn't now.

"Angel? Are you actually here this time?"

[h8_ineffability]

"You never change, do you, angel? Not really," Crowley said, amused. The smirk evidently found his face very comfortable indeed, and set up camp there to stay a while. A blushing Aziraphale was really quite adorable, he thought. In, of course, a disgustingly angelic way that no self-respecting demon would ever find endearing. The fact that he DID was absolutely beside the point and nobody's business, anyway.

"Get off?" he asked, the smirk getting, if anything, a little wider. "Now, I wonder, is that a Freudian slip, or are you really that blind to double-entendre?"

But Crowley had pity on his poor counterpart, and leaned back a bit, pulling the door open. "Get in, angel. Let's go get drunk."

((NOT a problem... Mun having personal problems of late, so pretty damn sporadic herself. In reference to the side note, thank you very much. ^_^))

[ineffableangel]

Aziraphale's cheeks were a very deep pink by now. The deepest pink, in fact, that anyone had ever seen, and one in fact that Adam was responsible for in the cosmetic type world - it had started off with a passing wish of Wensley's - although why an Antichrist would go around inventing the colour of an embarrassed angel's cheeks was no one's business