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⛧A.J. CROWLEY⛧ "This is Crowley. I'm not in. You know what to do, so do it with style. Chow."

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[inlovewithmycar]

[This angel and semantics! Augh!]

You'd have made a fantastic Djinn, you know that? Right then, how come, in addition to my bed, you've got one too since you've never slept, and did not seem particularly keen on the idea when I brought it up.

[When Crowley explained why sleeping "worked", Aziraphale had gotten that pensive, slightly queasy look he always got when he was bothered by something and couldn't put his finger on it.]

...Are you curious...?

[His mouth splits into a grin.]

You are, aren't you?

[benedicus]

( it does not escape his notice that crowley did not properly respond to his request. instead moving onto this pointless conversation of the existence of beds. that's simply how it was done, wasn't it? in a shared home, the bedroom is meant to be someone's personal space.

for humans, that came with a bed. )

To sleep?

( he asks, but then pauses to consider the question anyway. was he curious? did he want to try it? he's not sure. mostly, he just feels anxious at the thought of it. )

I don't know.

( he admits.

but one good turn deserves another. immediately, he's trying to redirect the conversation back. )

You didn't give me your word.

[inlovewithmycar]

[He doesn't push it. If Aziraphale is worried enough to ask Crowley to warn him before he takes a nap, then it's not worth the argument.]

Fine, fine. You have my word. And you should tell me too if you're feeling the sssweet slumberous siren's call too. Don't want you nodding off unguarded.

[He flops back onto the mattress and allows himself a long, luxurious stretch.]

S'a good bed, angel.

[benedicus]

( a considering pause. )

Alright.

( aziraphale can agree to that. actually, it was his desired outcome for this topic of conversation so he's fairly glad that they could come to an agreement so easily.

his shoulders relax, releasing a little of the tension that they were starting to gather. he casts crowley a sidelong glance, looking at the way he extends across the bed. )

I didn't pick it.

( a reminder.

then he explains. )

I thought I'd wait for your answer before I made any adjustments.

( with that being whether or not he would accept living together. )

[inlovewithmycar]

[Rolling onto his side with one leg tucked up while the other extends off the side of the bed, Crowley props himself up on his elbow, cheek resting in his palm as he considers this new Arrangement.]

You know, with miracles being what they are at the moment, reckon it would hurt to make any adjustments we might want the human way.

[benedicus]

The human way?

( he repeats, voice soft and thoughtful. crowley raises an excellent suggestion. it might be far more trouble than it was worth to figure out a way to use miracles to customise their new residence. )

You might be right. I suppose we should plan an outing then to look at the shops.

[inlovewithmycar]

Love a good shopping trip, me.

[It's true; Aziraphale can find any number of things that strike his fancy, and Crowley will find any number of things to loudly complain about, and then he'd carry their bags and they'd go get lunch that would inevitably turn into dinner and they'd come home and...]

...Could get used to this whole domestic thing, I reckon.