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[ineffable_angel]

Date: September 18, 2000
Setting: Aziraphale's bedroom.
Status: Private - Crowley, Aziraphale (complete)
Summary: Aziraphale is home, and Crowley is suspicious.

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[anthony_crowley]

Crowley walked right in without knocking. Why would he? Aziraphale had no secrets, right?

"Angel, you won't believe what Loki just... said..." he stopped and stared. "Is... is that baby stuff that you're hiding?"

[ineffable_angel]

Aziraphale jumped at Crowley's voice, dropping the parcel. "No," he said quickly, since he wasn't hiding it, only from Uriel and what was the likelihood of her in their room? Still. He silently damned himself* (half for dropping the gifts, and half for freezing like he had, but it was pink tartan knit, and he'd never live down the mocking if he had shown Crowley it), and knelt to pick them back up, looking for one of the flowered socks and not up at Crowley.

*Er, not literally.

[anthony_crowley]

Aziraphale's strong reaction and inability to look at him seemed to hint that Loki might actually have been telling the truth. Crowley crossed his arms over his chest and his voice went steely.

"Want to try that again? Or would you rather be an angel caught in a lie?"

[ineffable_angel]

"Hardly." Aziraphale found the sock and stood up, trying to put them all into the bag, at the very least. "It's only a gift, that's all; you oughtn't to make that face at me about it. Well, several gifts, but that's rather besides the point. I have an obligatio-" The angel shook his head, sighing pointedly as he caught the look and tone in full force. "Oh, come off it, don't be silly."