#save me sleuth aziraphale

[crowlixcx]

Allow me to introduce myself. I'm what's known as a newspaperman.

[fiendhish]

@whitewingaed

crowley could do terribly interesting things with his tongue; it was difficult for aziraphale not to take note of the way it swiped across his upper lip to savor the specter of his drink. or perhaps he was taking in the scent more completely - it wouldn’t be that far-fetched. he also had a tendency to hiss when he forgot himself. one aristocratic brow lifted minutely, one corner of the angel’s mouth dimpling for the tongue-in-cheek response. ❝ -- nonsense. I quite like people. ❞ the principality clarified, bringing his own glass to his lips and swirling the bowl of it in his palm, drinking in the alcohol’s scent bouquet.  ❝ ...provided they aren’t trying to buy my books. besides, how would I ever get a serviceable plate of sushi living in a cottage in the south downs? not to mention, I saved up very frugally to buy this plot of land back in 1630 and I’ve put quite a lot of effort into it since. it would hardly do to abandon it now, as ingrained with the local shopkeepers as I am -- ah! which reminds me! ❞ he could hardly believe his own forgetfulness! placing his untouched glass down on the table at crowley’s hip, he turned and puttered about the room a few moments, evidently in search of something. a satisfied exclamation resounds as his gaze catches on a desk in the corner, and he retrieves a parcel of medium size from between a stack of agatha christie novels. returning to the demon’s side, he holds the brown paper package out in offering. ❝ here you are; this took quite a bit of sleuthing on my part, not to mention enlisting the help of that wonderful gentleman down the lane who runs the little antique shop. but I just knew it would be worth it. ❞ it’s clear that he can barely contain his excitement, only letting the demon get approximately halfway through opening the parcel before delightedly bursting out the confines, arching up onto his toes in his enthusiasm.  ❝ it’s a classic wheel cover for the bentley; snakeskin. from the original manufacturer, circa 1926; same year as the car!

" mmm , right just not people near your bookshop . which they are . in droves . because the street is so busy . " despite churlish tone , there was the ghost of a smile that touched lips before taking another sip of the strong drink . " you know humans get a lot of things wrong but alcohol is not one of them . " another sip ( sip not quite being the correct term for how much of the drink he was taking in but close enough ) . attention turned toward the suddenly flustered angel , brows lift from behind glasses while at the same time crowley managed to reach for the ignored glass of whiskey that aziraphale had left behind and he began to drink that as well . can't let it go to waste then , eh ? brows then knit together in confusion . " what're you lookin' for over there ? " asked at the same time whatever it was , was found with a quiet cry of triumph .

elbow on the arm of the chair and chin resting against his palm , " more sleuthing huh , you're a regular angela landsbury . " the demon sounded amused as his angel hurriedly walked over whatever it was he found . a package was handed over and crowley , interest piqued , began to unwrap it . only to have the surprise spoiled right before it was removed from the wrapping . he looked up at the other in surprise . " it's a wot ? " truly surprised he took out the wheel cover and stood out of the chair . " oh the bently is gonna LOVE this ! " excitement visible as teeth were bared in a grin . it only lasted for a moment , true visceral excitement - his face almost angelic . and then with a clear of his throat he held up his new favorite thing in this entire world and nodded . " hey , yeah thanks for this . it's great . you wanna uh ? .. i can go put it on now . you wanna come with me ? "