Only men could come up with a sport as tormenting as golf

[flash_demon]

There was something in the air. Of course it was hot and dry and not much prospered in the air except for insects and light polution, but there was something there, nonetheless. The demon had noticed it more than a week ago, and it seemed to be getting stronger

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[theangelfell]

Aziraphale's clothing had changed a bit in his time here as well. He looked rather like a perpetual tourist, with plaid shorts and socks that he pulled up to halfway up his calves. He was also wearing a floppy hat. It kept the sun out of his eyes.

He watched the ducks suspiciously as he approached, making sure that Crowley wasn't harming any of them.

[flash_demon]

The ducks were perfectly fine, or as fine as they could be feasting on bread that hippies in a commune wouldn't even touch.

"Was wondering when you'd show," he said without turning.*

*He had a feeling of what he'd see, and he didn't relish it. At least he'd gotten used to cordouroy and tartan.

[theangelfell]

"I have a customer," Aziraphale said morosely.

"It's too hot here," he added. "Remind you of home?"

[flash_demon]

"It's nothing like London, angel," he purred, at least having the manners to look at him beside him. "Although those clothes ae quite the torment."

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