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[a_fell]

The weather isn't quite managing to be seasonal, although it's doing its very best to appear so. It's sleeting furiously, cold and wet and more than enough excuse to walk closer than is entirely proper, shoulders brushing every now and again

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[aj_crawley]

There was wine before dinner. And wine during dinner. And wine after dinner, and then various digestifs, and possibly some champagne somewhere along the way. And then more wine. Not enough to get either of them drunk, per se, not when they're drinking at the same rate as mortals. But sobering as the walk home was, Crowley's still dallying at that pleasant stage of intoxication during which everything's ever so slightly soft around the edges, and one feels inclined towards smiling for no particular reason.

Alright, perhaps not no reason. The jumper really is wonderfully warm.

Kicking off his shoes, Crowley grins over at Aziraphael, cheeks faintly flushed from the drink.

[a_fell]

Aziraphael smiles back at him, toeing off his shoes and placing them carefully side by side before he tucks his feet up onto the sofa.

One of his socks has a hole in.

"Well that was - delightful, actually."

[aj_crawley]

"And nobody got into a fight over the pudding."

Placing his sunglasses on the coffee table, Crowley stretches luxuriously before flopping back against the armchair, crossing his legs at the ankle.

"Got to've broken some kind of law of nature, that."

[a_fell]

"I'm sure the presence of a demonic bunny rabbit resets the balances in some ineffable way."

Since Crowley seems quite firmly settled on the floor, and since the fire - in combination with the wine he's had - has provoked a delightful feeling of lassitude, Aziraphael stretches out on the sofa, pummelling a cushion into position under his head.