[Today in the lobby, a certain angel is walking through with a certain demon. There is nothing unremarkable about this, that is until the first strains of
music begin to play...] Let's face the facts about me and you,
A love unspecified.
Though I'm proud to call you "Chocolate Bear,"
The crowd will always talk and stare.
[There is a brief pause as Aziraphale tries to discern two things; why he had just declared his love for Crowley in song, and what bears made of chocolate had to do with anything. But before he could register his confusion, Crowley took up the refrain.]
I feel exactly those feelings, too
And that's why I keep them inside.
'Cause this bear can't bear the world's disdain,
And sometimes it's easier to hide,
Than explain our
[Holding up his hand to cut Crowley off mid-sentence before this could get any worse, to his horror he found his gesture of 'stop' had turned into a rather attractive jazz hand wiggle and he had joined in to turn this solo into a terrifying duet.]
Guy love,
That's all it is,
Guy love,
He's mine, I'm his,
There's nothing gay about it in our eyes.
[ooc: Green is Crowley, Black is Aziraphale and Blue is both. Completely open!]