[Being part of the Pathstone crew had, inevitably, made it clear that if she wanted things to be done around the place it would have to be her who got them done. Comm calls don't go unanswered any longer, she's saving up money to buy the ship upgrades, it's a slow improvement. And for the most part, she likes the people she lives with now that she and Tek had come to an understanding of sorts.
But that doesn't mean she's ready to jump for joy when she goes to the captain's quarters to find paperwork and happens to find Crowley entwined with... Who even is that? Is he bringing strange women onto the ship now?]
By the creators, the door wasn't even locked! Anyone would be able to interrupt you, you're aware of that aren't you?
[She's very pointedly not looking as she goes to the general area paperwork sometimes end up, hoping there will be at least one of the forms she needs. Honestly, the sex drives on some people.]
truth be told, when Tek had first shown up and pounced on his co-captain, the possibility of crewmates being home had been the farthest thing from his mind. with how hungry he'd been feeling, ravenous in more ways than he could describe, he'd been uncharacteristically single-minded in his goals.
but now that there is suddenly someone here, there is a distracting flutter of petty, horrible excitement... and Crowley's little friend pulls away enough to peek over his shoulder at their visitor.
at least it looks like Crowley has found someone attractive to taint the sanctity of their ship with. breathy and grinning over his shoulder, she seems the kind of girl who knows she's pretty enough to get away with murder--long dark hair falling in perfect tousled waves, lovely fair skin--and so isn't bothered by company in the least.]
[Crowley has been more than aware that Tek has been somewhat more...attentive than usual, and he's certainly not discouraged that. Hey, if Tek wants more tumbles in the hay, who is he to stop him. He'd been rather enjoying himself, when Jove came in.
He turns, slowly, to look at her, snakey eyes squinting a little. Rude. ]
But it was closed. Probably. [He glances back at Tek.] ...Right?
[Alright, Jove does have to give Crowley credit for good taste. The woman is quite attractive for a human and it doesn't escape her, but Jove is definitely here for a reason.
What was the reason?]
And yet here I am. I'll be out of your way shortly.
[most of her attention is still on her current partner--she mouths at his neck and keeps her hands busy in the few moments that the other two exchange words--but her focus is beginning to drift.
as the other woman edges nearer, she turns her head again, and eyes her up and down.
she makes sure that her gaze does the talking for her. they're both female, after all. you need one of those glances that can convey a lot that might be left unclear otherwise.]
[There's a whole lot of looking going on between those two, Crowley arches a brow, amused. ]
Apparently not.
[Hey, if she's up for that, he's not going to stop her. He gives a low chuckle, kissing Tek...or whatever she's calling herself when she is a she, on the shoulder. Busy busy. ]
[It isn't as though there's an abundance of walls in Dalish camps, so things like ignoring other elves as they make love in the middle of the night is something Jove has had experience with before. It makes this less awkward, thankfully, but the eye contact, that look. Those are certainly not things she's ever had passed her way while someone was engaged with someone else.
Her cheeks heat up, ears going a little pink, but Jove just shakes her head and grins and goes about her paper shuffling.]
I had noticed, actually. You'll want to save those looks for your lover, though. It'd be a shame if he got jealous.
[and that response is all the encouragement she needs. that little bit of color to the elf's face, followed by a smile, cements the idea in her head. and once it's in her head--the cruel fun of it, along with just the general thrill--anything less seems like a disappointment, in her mind.
she can't let the chance slip by without trying. so, her grin sneaks wider, and the leg hooked around the back one of the demon's hugs him closer. she's good with her hands, and she makes sure to keep him nice and occupied for a moment, so she can spare a few more words without neglecting him.]
Oh, he won't be. ...And you sound stressed.
[she peers up at Crowley again then, nothing but playful.]
[She's got some papers in her hands now, so that's good. It actually looks like she's trying to find what she needs, but it's debatable she's even looked hard at what's in her hands. Focusing is a little difficult when there's groaning and groping going on mere feet from you.]
You know, I really should. And yet if I did, that would leave a grand total of no one paying any mind to this ship and how it fairs.
[She tsks and shakes her head, but all the same it's said with clear amusement. Yes, her ship is filled with slackers, but it's not as bad as she makes it out most of the time.]
And anyway, we can't all be as... [Alright, now her eyes are wandering to what one of those hands is doing before she snaps her gaze away, back to the papers. Focus, Inquisitor.] As relaxed as some. You really can't wait five minutes to continue?
[oop, she catches that glance. and with a dark, coy little grin, she advances her juggling act just a little bit.
while she continues to dote on the demon, she leans around him, to the side--just so her upper body isn't so caught between him and whatever poor console they've chosen to park against.
and... oh, yep. though she has a skirt hiked up high on her thighs, there's nothing covering the upper half of her body. and, yes, the rest of her is just as unfairly aesthetically-pleasing as the rest of her. it's as though every bit of her had some artist's planning behind it. the way tendrils of dark hair fall over her shoulders, curling over her collarbone, goes perfectly with the pallor of her skin.
she's showing off. she's making sure that the other woman can get a good look at her as he reaches out to take her wrist. important papers or not, she's going to gently tug, trying to draw the Inquisitor's hand toward the general direction of her face.]
I'm sure it won't explode. They want us alive to keep them entertained.
[He'll continue nipping at his lady friend's jawline, watching Jove from the corner of his serpentine eyes, looking thoroughly amused by the whole thing. ]
You know I'm pretty sure Varric wrote this exact novel.
[She takes the papers from her captured hand, tossing them in the general direction of where she got them from but letting the strange woman pull her along all the same.]
Do you make it a habit to seduce women you don't even know? [And then she gives Crowley a look that very much suggests he's betrayed her by letting things get even this far.] And I don't believe for a second you're going along with this for ratings.
[still grinning, she just nods into the underside of the elf's wrist as she brings it to her lips. breathing, and then placing gentle, teasing little kisses against all of the delicate nerves there.
there's no need to hurry, yet. she doesn't want to scare her off.
taking her time while other two get in their bit of banter, slowly drawing Jove into their fun.]
[Crowley can see exactly what she's doing and smirks a touch in approval. Jove is, after all, a very attractive woman, it would be a fool who would turn her down. ]
What are you talking about? I know her very well. So do you, in fact.
[He flashes her a grin, against the jawline of aforementioned woman.]
No, I'm going along with this because it's fun and I want to.
And where would the fun be in that? It's part of the game.
[because the whole thing is a game, of course. one of her very favorite games in the whole wide world.
and she finally removes her hand from Crowley, so she can do a little bit of rearranging. she nudges him back for a moment, just so she can pivot the rest of her body around, before getting comfy again.
with the demon now at her back--she makes sure shimmy up against him again--she can now more properly face the lovely elf.
she also has both hands free. and with said newly-freed hands, she's reaching for Jove's waist, encouraging her closer. still being so good at going slow and nice... and quietly proud of herself for it.]
[Crowley leaves her to her elf-tempting. He may be very good at it, but hey, he's not one to impose on other people's fun. His own hands travel down his lady friend's waist, keeping her close, his mouth playing at her collarbone. His eyes, however, remain on Jove. ]
I do see that, but I think you're getting just as much out of this as she is.
[The mystery part, even if it's not exactly the kind of thing that Jove finds exciting. There's no denying that the woman and Crowley are both incredibly attractive, but it takes more than good looks to get into Jove's bed.
Still, she's letting the woman pull her in closer, not shying away from those hands on her. She feels a bit like a butterfly caught in a spider's web, but even that isn't entirely an unwelcome feeling.]
If I were to agree to your game, what would the rules be?
[whether the elf has settled comfortably or not, she's cooperating enough to be entirely encouraging. so, as soon as she's got her, Kett is leaning to brush her lips along the edge of Jove's jawline. teasing and eager.]
I can't promise I'll be able to pull that off, but I'll keep it in mind.
[There's really no point to pretending like she isn't interested now, not when it's all too clear she's going to go along with it. She'd been more after rules about what was fair game, concerned that there were feelings between the other two that limited what an outsider would be able to do, but it's become clear enough that isn't the case.
So, no more hard to get. Jove slides a hand up the woman's neck and tangles her fingers in her hair, guiding her mouth away from her jaw so she can kiss her properly on the mouth.]
[and just as she's wriggling her hips back against Crowley--teasing the poor, patient demon--she finally gets her wish. the lovely lady is finally playing along.
and being surprised by the redirection, Kett is kissing back with immediate teeth.
she manages to be nice about it, though. still trying so hard to be good. she can't help pulling the elf closer by the waist, though. keeping her covetously near.]
[He hisses in response, shifting his hips together against Kett's, his own mouth nipping at her shoulder. Which casually moves to Jove's shoulder as she moves in closer. ]
[She had been curious how she and Crowley would work together, but once she feels his lips on her shoulder it makes a little more sense. She's taken to just wearing the outfit she found in her room on arrival around the ship, as much out of convenience as for the free range of motion it gives her, but right now she's primarily glad she has the tanktop on and the sleeves of the jumpsuit proper tied around her waist. It gives Crowley plenty of free space to kiss and nip at, and she really isn't adverse to a little teeth.
Blunt teeth, anyway. When Kett bites her, she makes a surprised sound and pulls away.]
Well if you're going to be like that...
[She presses in even closer, pinning Kett between her and Crowley as she leans in to kiss the demon over the other woman's shoulder.]
[ It had been quite some time since Aziraphale felt as though he had the chance to sit down and simply exist without worrying about something or another - it seemed that having a hand in stopping the End of Everything really did tire a man out, even if that person wasn't exactly a man. Indeed, it was almost a relief to settle down with a cup of tea and consider what he might want to do with the time stretching out in front of him, even as a quiet voice in the back of his mind told him that things probably weren't going to be any different to how they were before.
(The voice sounded suspiciously familiar).
There was nothing for it, really. He'd simply have to get on with - with something. Anything to get away from all the thoughts in his head about ineffability and shoulds and should nots and all the things that had been swirling around inside of him for such a long time. It was true that he was not an angel easily distracted (there were mouldy cups of tea around his little kitchen that told a few tales about that) but he was determined to do his best, and that would have to be enough.
Of course, almost as though he could read his mind, that was when a certain demon walked in and ruined the determination Aziraphale had to do something, even if he hadn't the faintest idea what that something ought to be. Perhaps Crowley would count as distraction enough, and that settled his thoughts as he pushed himself up to go and greet the other - person. Man. ]
[If there was one thing Crowley prided himself on being, it was distracting. It was a hard earned skill, as far as he was concerned. Probably had some place in promoting the Sins somewhere.
He'd spent the first while after the apocalypse that wasn't sleeping. Or rather, he'd tried to sleep. Every time he thought he was drifting off he just found himself getting up and staring at the goopy mess that used to be Ligur on his office carpet. He should probably get that cleaned.
Or maybe get a whole new flat. That might be better.
He gives a lazy half-wave, moving in to sit on the chair he usually claimed as his, propping his feet up on the table. He did it mostly because it would annoy the angel, but also because that kind of thing looked cool.]
[ You know how it is; he certainly does. Crowley's idea of 'having a wander' often translated to 'checking in on the angel and seeing how to bother him that day'... But for the first time in quite a handful of years Aziraphale couldn't muster any kind of irritation or frustration with how casual he was. Their Arrangement went back so long and had been so up and down over the centuries, but it was evident to him - without too much consideration - that he actually really, truly enjoyed Crowley's company.
They had said something of the sort, hadn't they? When they were stopping the whole thing from happening and getting themselves into all kinds of trouble while doing it. In fact, Aziraphale might go as far as to say that he had quite a fond spot for the demon somewhere in his heart, though he would never say it aloud. No reason to give him any more reason to be a pain, after all, he'd had enough of that for a dozen lifetimes.
It doesn't stop him smiling, even as he walks over and swats at Crowley's feet with practised familiarity, nudging them down and off the table with a small frown. He did it, every single time, almost as if he wanted Aziraphale to scold him as soon as he stepped through the door. ]
Stop making a mess of my lounge, please, my dear, while I make the tea.
[ A pause, and then - ]
Or something else, if you'd prefer, I think I have something from a few decades ago somewhere...
[The demon lets his feet drop to the ground with an equally well practised sigh. A sign of the long suffering he has to deal with, just by being in the angels general vicinity. No one has it worse than Anthony Crowley. That's an undeniable fact. ]
I think I'll always take something strong than tea.
[He considers, then his smirk grows. It's been a stressful few...years and if there;s one thing that perks him up, it's purposefully finding ways to ruffle Azriaphale's feathers. Both the metaphorical and the literal ones. ]
Unless you have coffee. Like a real, big cup of Triple, Venti, Half Sweet, Non-Fat, Caramel Macchiato.
[He has no idea what that actually is. He heard someone order one in Starbucks once. It sounded sufficiently annoying, so he deigned to memorise it for this exact occasion. ]
[ Sometimes he wonders if Crowley's number one mission in life was to go out of his way to be a complete irritant - and sometimes Aziraphale truly didn't mind. There were times where he wanted nothing more than to have the other man's company and it was more than enough. Other times... Other times he simply wanted to kick him out and do the unkind thing of ignoring him for a week. ]
I should stop offering, I suppose.
[ But he can see the smirk grow and the dread curls inside of him until his eyes are narrowing and all he can do is stare at Crowley, completely frustrated by the other man. ]
I - I cannot believe you even said something like that.
[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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But that doesn't mean she's ready to jump for joy when she goes to the captain's quarters to find paperwork and happens to find Crowley entwined with... Who even is that? Is he bringing strange women onto the ship now?]
By the creators, the door wasn't even locked! Anyone would be able to interrupt you, you're aware of that aren't you?
[She's very pointedly not looking as she goes to the general area paperwork sometimes end up, hoping there will be at least one of the forms she needs. Honestly, the sex drives on some people.]
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truth be told, when Tek had first shown up and pounced on his co-captain, the possibility of crewmates being home had been the farthest thing from his mind. with how hungry he'd been feeling, ravenous in more ways than he could describe, he'd been uncharacteristically single-minded in his goals.
but now that there is suddenly someone here, there is a distracting flutter of petty, horrible excitement... and Crowley's little friend pulls away enough to peek over his shoulder at their visitor.
at least it looks like Crowley has found someone attractive to taint the sanctity of their ship with. breathy and grinning over his shoulder, she seems the kind of girl who knows she's pretty enough to get away with murder--long dark hair falling in perfect tousled waves, lovely fair skin--and so isn't bothered by company in the least.]
--Oopsie.
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He turns, slowly, to look at her, snakey eyes squinting a little. Rude. ]
But it was closed. Probably. [He glances back at Tek.] ...Right?
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What was the reason?]
And yet here I am. I'll be out of your way shortly.
[She'll just... carefully edge around them...]
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as the other woman edges nearer, she turns her head again, and eyes her up and down.
she makes sure that her gaze does the talking for her. they're both female, after all. you need one of those glances that can convey a lot that might be left unclear otherwise.]
...Oh, we don't mind.
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Apparently not.
[Hey, if she's up for that, he's not going to stop her. He gives a low chuckle, kissing Tek...or whatever she's calling herself when she is a she, on the shoulder. Busy busy. ]
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Her cheeks heat up, ears going a little pink, but Jove just shakes her head and grins and goes about her paper shuffling.]
I had noticed, actually. You'll want to save those looks for your lover, though. It'd be a shame if he got jealous.
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she can't let the chance slip by without trying. so, her grin sneaks wider, and the leg hooked around the back one of the demon's hugs him closer. she's good with her hands, and she makes sure to keep him nice and occupied for a moment, so she can spare a few more words without neglecting him.]
Oh, he won't be. ...And you sound stressed.
[she peers up at Crowley again then, nothing but playful.]
--Doesn't she sound stressed?
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Well, she does have a very stressful life here.
[Flashing a grin in Jove's direction.]
You should stop doing that. The being stressed thing.
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You know, I really should. And yet if I did, that would leave a grand total of no one paying any mind to this ship and how it fairs.
[She tsks and shakes her head, but all the same it's said with clear amusement. Yes, her ship is filled with slackers, but it's not as bad as she makes it out most of the time.]
And anyway, we can't all be as... [Alright, now her eyes are wandering to what one of those hands is doing before she snaps her gaze away, back to the papers. Focus, Inquisitor.] As relaxed as some. You really can't wait five minutes to continue?
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while she continues to dote on the demon, she leans around him, to the side--just so her upper body isn't so caught between him and whatever poor console they've chosen to park against.
and... oh, yep. though she has a skirt hiked up high on her thighs, there's nothing covering the upper half of her body. and, yes, the rest of her is just as unfairly aesthetically-pleasing as the rest of her. it's as though every bit of her had some artist's planning behind it. the way tendrils of dark hair fall over her shoulders, curling over her collarbone, goes perfectly with the pallor of her skin.
she's showing off. she's making sure that the other woman can get a good look at her as he reaches out to take her wrist. important papers or not, she's going to gently tug, trying to draw the Inquisitor's hand toward the general direction of her face.]
Can't you wait five little minutes...?
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[He'll continue nipping at his lady friend's jawline, watching Jove from the corner of his serpentine eyes, looking thoroughly amused by the whole thing. ]
You might give her a seizure.
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You know I'm pretty sure Varric wrote this exact novel.
[She takes the papers from her captured hand, tossing them in the general direction of where she got them from but letting the strange woman pull her along all the same.]
Do you make it a habit to seduce women you don't even know? [And then she gives Crowley a look that very much suggests he's betrayed her by letting things get even this far.] And I don't believe for a second you're going along with this for ratings.
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there's no need to hurry, yet. she doesn't want to scare her off.
taking her time while other two get in their bit of banter, slowly drawing Jove into their fun.]
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What are you talking about? I know her very well. So do you, in fact.
[He flashes her a grin, against the jawline of aforementioned woman.]
No, I'm going along with this because it's fun and I want to.
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I have no doubt you know her, you've probably known her a number of times. I've never seen her in my life, though.
[Her wrist twists in the woman's grip so she can lay her hand on her cheek, on the opposite side from where Crowley is currently busy grinning on.]
A name would make this less awkward, you know.
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[because the whole thing is a game, of course. one of her very favorite games in the whole wide world.
and she finally removes her hand from Crowley, so she can do a little bit of rearranging. she nudges him back for a moment, just so she can pivot the rest of her body around, before getting comfy again.
with the demon now at her back--she makes sure shimmy up against him again--she can now more properly face the lovely elf.
she also has both hands free. and with said newly-freed hands, she's reaching for Jove's waist, encouraging her closer. still being so good at going slow and nice... and quietly proud of herself for it.]
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See? She likes a little mystery.
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[The mystery part, even if it's not exactly the kind of thing that Jove finds exciting. There's no denying that the woman and Crowley are both incredibly attractive, but it takes more than good looks to get into Jove's bed.
Still, she's letting the woman pull her in closer, not shying away from those hands on her. She feels a bit like a butterfly caught in a spider's web, but even that isn't entirely an unwelcome feeling.]
If I were to agree to your game, what would the rules be?
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Stop thinking so much. That's the important one.
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[Crowley moves his kisses to Kett's shoulders hands trailing down to the dip of her hips. ]
Very important.
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[There's really no point to pretending like she isn't interested now, not when it's all too clear she's going to go along with it. She'd been more after rules about what was fair game, concerned that there were feelings between the other two that limited what an outsider would be able to do, but it's become clear enough that isn't the case.
So, no more hard to get. Jove slides a hand up the woman's neck and tangles her fingers in her hair, guiding her mouth away from her jaw so she can kiss her properly on the mouth.]
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and being surprised by the redirection, Kett is kissing back with immediate teeth.
she manages to be nice about it, though. still trying so hard to be good. she can't help pulling the elf closer by the waist, though. keeping her covetously near.]
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Blunt teeth, anyway. When Kett bites her, she makes a surprised sound and pulls away.]
Well if you're going to be like that...
[She presses in even closer, pinning Kett between her and Crowley as she leans in to kiss the demon over the other woman's shoulder.]
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(The voice sounded suspiciously familiar).
There was nothing for it, really. He'd simply have to get on with - with something. Anything to get away from all the thoughts in his head about ineffability and shoulds and should nots and all the things that had been swirling around inside of him for such a long time. It was true that he was not an angel easily distracted (there were mouldy cups of tea around his little kitchen that told a few tales about that) but he was determined to do his best, and that would have to be enough.
Of course, almost as though he could read his mind, that was when a certain demon walked in and ruined the determination Aziraphale had to do something, even if he hadn't the faintest idea what that something ought to be. Perhaps Crowley would count as distraction enough, and that settled his thoughts as he pushed himself up to go and greet the other - person. Man. ]
I hadn't expected to see you for a little while.
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He'd spent the first while after the apocalypse that wasn't sleeping. Or rather, he'd tried to sleep. Every time he thought he was drifting off he just found himself getting up and staring at the goopy mess that used to be Ligur on his office carpet. He should probably get that cleaned.
Or maybe get a whole new flat. That might be better.
He gives a lazy half-wave, moving in to sit on the chair he usually claimed as his, propping his feet up on the table. He did it mostly because it would annoy the angel, but also because that kind of thing looked cool.]
Decided to have a wander. You know how it is.
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They had said something of the sort, hadn't they? When they were stopping the whole thing from happening and getting themselves into all kinds of trouble while doing it. In fact, Aziraphale might go as far as to say that he had quite a fond spot for the demon somewhere in his heart, though he would never say it aloud. No reason to give him any more reason to be a pain, after all, he'd had enough of that for a dozen lifetimes.
It doesn't stop him smiling, even as he walks over and swats at Crowley's feet with practised familiarity, nudging them down and off the table with a small frown. He did it, every single time, almost as if he wanted Aziraphale to scold him as soon as he stepped through the door. ]
Stop making a mess of my lounge, please, my dear, while I make the tea.
[ A pause, and then - ]
Or something else, if you'd prefer, I think I have something from a few decades ago somewhere...
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I think I'll always take something strong than tea.
[He considers, then his smirk grows. It's been a stressful few...years and if there;s one thing that perks him up, it's purposefully finding ways to ruffle Azriaphale's feathers. Both the metaphorical and the literal ones. ]
Unless you have coffee. Like a real, big cup of Triple, Venti, Half Sweet, Non-Fat, Caramel Macchiato.
[He has no idea what that actually is. He heard someone order one in Starbucks once. It sounded sufficiently annoying, so he deigned to memorise it for this exact occasion. ]
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I should stop offering, I suppose.
[ But he can see the smirk grow and the dread curls inside of him until his eyes are narrowing and all he can do is stare at Crowley, completely frustrated by the other man. ]
I - I cannot believe you even said something like that.
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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.