[Annoying the angel is something of a sport to him. Finding new ways to peeve him off. He's sure Aziraphale would never actually kick him out or even manage to pointedly ignore him for longer than maybe a decade, tops. ]
You should, but you won't.
[He sits back, smug. Job done. ]
You don't need to be so sensitive, angel. It's all the rage these days.
[ He should be used to it, really, considering how long he and Crowley have been around one another. There's a nudge of tension and awkwardness that settles around his shoulders, but all the same - he shakes his head, scoffing a little. ]
It's politeness, my dear, and that should never be forgotten.
[ He thinks he ought to ignore Crowley, really, but he cannot help himself. ]
I have never cared for whatever the 'rage' is. You know that.
[What point is he even arguing any more, he doesn't know. He'll just move on to the other topic, because it's more fun. Did Aziraphale say he didn't want to know? Too bad, he's gonna. The demon marches forward with clear glee.]
Okay! So they take fruit tea, right? And they put it in these little chewy balls, and you suck it through a straw. It's very hip.
[ Oh, Lor- Someone. His eyes flick over Crowley and his face before he huffs a noise, something frustrated settled over him before he scoffs and tries to make himself comfortable again. ]
I suppose this is the reason you're here? To make me suffer?
I suppose it's acceptable to lie when you're a demon.
[ But he says it with a kind of fondness that comes from being around the other man for a very, very long time. It's probably a bad thing but, really, he can't do much to fight it anymore. ]
Please, in future, keep that sort of information to yourself.
I don't think either of us are in the mood for a detailed list of your traits, admirable or not, Crowley.
[ Mostly because it would embarrass them both something ridiculous and neither of them are here for that right now, thank you very much. All the same, he pushes himself up with a soft noise. ]
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You should, but you won't.
[He sits back, smug. Job done. ]
You don't need to be so sensitive, angel. It's all the rage these days.
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It's politeness, my dear, and that should never be forgotten.
[ He thinks he ought to ignore Crowley, really, but he cannot help himself. ]
I have never cared for whatever the 'rage' is. You know that.
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[He examines his fingernails with a put-upon sigh. ]
I have noticed. You know, you'd blend in with the humans much better if you tried something that got introduced before the forties.
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[ He gathers their things and moves to settle down again, frustrated but doing his very best not to let on. ]
I don't see any reason why anyone would want to try something that sounds so utterly ridiculous. What's wrong with a simple cup of tea?
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Because tea can be boring. You know something that's really up and coming? Bubble tea. It's technically still tea, too.
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[ Because how could anyone being polite be at all irritating? He can't even imagine it. ]
... I am quite sure I don't even want to know what bubble tea is.
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[What point is he even arguing any more, he doesn't know. He'll just move on to the other topic, because it's more fun. Did Aziraphale say he didn't want to know? Too bad, he's gonna. The demon marches forward with clear glee.]
Okay! So they take fruit tea, right? And they put it in these little chewy balls, and you suck it through a straw. It's very hip.
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[ Oh, Lor- Someone. His eyes flick over Crowley and his face before he huffs a noise, something frustrated settled over him before he scoffs and tries to make himself comfortable again. ]
I suppose this is the reason you're here? To make me suffer?
[ But he's teasing. ]
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[That's bullshit. He hasn't actually kept up his demonic duties with Aziraphale for centuries.]
And anyway, I came to keep you informed of the current fancy tea situation.
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[ But he says it with a kind of fondness that comes from being around the other man for a very, very long time. It's probably a bad thing but, really, he can't do much to fight it anymore. ]
Please, in future, keep that sort of information to yourself.
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[Not that he's very good at it, mind. He sniffs haughtily, examining his fingernails.]
I can't make any promises. It might just slip out some time.
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Not exactly my forte, my dear.
[ All the same... There's a touch of fondness that overcomes him as he watches the other man. ]
I'm sure you will do admirably.
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[He gets up in a swift movement, clapping his hands together.]
So. Are we doing the Ritz?
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[ Mostly because it would embarrass them both something ridiculous and neither of them are here for that right now, thank you very much. All the same, he pushes himself up with a soft noise. ]
I assume we'll have a table?
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[He scoffs lightly, flashing Aziraphale a sharp-toothed grin. As if they never have a table.]
Naturally.
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[ And, of course, when it would be most irritating. All the same - ]
We should get on, then. I'll collect my coat.
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[The demon moves to head to the door, rolling his eyes goodnaturedly behind his sunglasses. ]
I will never understand why you don't just make one appear. It's so much easier.