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[ineffablydelighted]

[Cute Omens #2]

Crowley: You can stay at my place, if you like.

Aziraphale: *glimpse of a smile* I don't... I don't think my side would like that. *regretfully looks away*

Crowley: *brows drooping* You don't have a side anymore... Neither of us do. We're on our own side.

Aziraphale: I mean... You're not... I know you're not wrong, but-

Crowley: If the Almighty really thought our existence and our actions to be against the Ineffable Plan, we would have been thunderstruck on the spot, right in front of everybody, don't you think?

Aziraphale: I... *swallows* I guess you're right...

Crowley: Compared to saving the World with me, dossing down my flat does not seem like such a crime, does it?

Aziraphale: Are you... *focusses on him* Are you... tempting me?

Crowley: *sudden smirk* If that is the story you want to tell them, I'll allow it, Angel.

Aziraphale: *mild blushing* Come on! Answer me! Are you?

Crowley: *sighs* Depends on the perspective, I guess. As a Demon to an Angel, I am not.

Aziraphale: What does that mean?

Crowley: Whatever you like.

*They exchange a long look*

Crowley: *aims a hand at Aziraphale's hair* *takes a strand and makes it slide around his index* Did I ever tell you how much I like those curls?

Aziraphale: *has forgotten how to inhale* Wh-What... are... you...

Crowley: *removes the hand* Breathe, Angel.

Aziraphale: *does what he is told* Oh, yes, good, thanks for reminding me! *embarrassed laugh* *face super duper blushy*

Crowley: *looks at the sky hiding a huge, victorious smile* *eventually cannot hold himself from chuckling*

*They look back at each other*

Crowley: *Tilts his head* So. My place?

Aziraphale: *looks away* I just realized: I've never even seen it.

Crowley: *Imitating Aziraphale with scary accuracy* What would my side say?

Aziraphale: *looks back at him with a scandalized gaze* Don't... don't do that!

Crowley: *changes the subject* The bus arrives.

Aziraphale: It only goes to Oxford.

Crowley: *stands* Not anymore. It will miraculously make it to Mayfair.

Aziraphale: *follows* *rearranges his clothes* Care if I...

Crowley: *raises his eyebrows* Oh? Sure.

Aziraphale: *Miracles the bus*

[Bus' title changes from 'Oxford' to 'Mayfair']

Crowley: Thank you, Angel.

[The bus arrives near them and stops.]

Aziraphale: Don't thank me, it is mostly selfish! *giggles and gets on the bus first*

Crowley: *astonished for a second* *gets in as well*

God's voice: And for the first time, they could sit in the bus... side by side.

Navigation time!

[While needing you to consider that, most of the time, the scenes are randomized and do no necessarily follow one another at all]

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