"You very probably won't lose your nose, they go easy on children. But he seemed strict, so my nose may be in danger. Come on then, you monster." With those words, Crowley picked Adam up and lifted him so he could reach the sink, turning the water on for him. He wanted him to wash his hands properly, he was trying to instil some basic hygiene into the kid. So far, it mostly seemed lost on him. "Now, when we get out there you say thank you all politely, yeah? The man saved us a lot of hassle."
"I'll make sure you keep your nose." Adam promised as he wiped his wet hands on his sweater. He walked through the library and then looked at Aziraphale, who was still stacking books. So many books. This place had the most books ever. When the librarian turned back, Adam was ready. "Thank you politely. Please don't eat our noses."
"... I had no intent to." Aziraphale assured the boy as he finished organising the returns. "And you're very welcome. I hope you have a good evening."
"Is this the most books in the world?"
"What?"
"Is this the most in the world? Cause there's so many." Adam asked earnestly as he looked around. "I think it's the most."
"Oh no, not by a long shot. The most books in the world are at the Library of Congress. I believes it's 173 million. We don't even have close to 5 million, last I checked." Aziraphale clarified for the boy with a small smile and tried his best to not look at the ridiculously hot dad in the devilishly tight pants. Who the hell wore pants that tight? Who looked that good? That wasn't fair. That was really not very fair, was it? God was testing him. Again.
Adam turned to Crowley, pouting. "I want a book. You don't have any books." Everything was black and 'minimalist'.
"That's not true. Got like a course book somewhere. Not that I've had time to look at that." Of course his passive aggressive complaint would be lost on Adam - who was not really to blame anyway - but it helped Crowley to let it out. He shifted his weight from one side to the other, looking at the librarian. "Sorry, he always wants to make conversation with everyone, the little hell spawn."
At least Lucifer was definitely his father, could not be denied. "Thanks, like he said. For the lack of nose-eating too." He held a hand out to Adam. "You don't need any book, Adam. Come on, it's time we get going. The nice librarian wants to clock out."
"I want a book." Adam mumbled as he hugged himself and stood there, pouting at Crowley. Books looked nice. They had funny pictures and nice looking animals and a story sometimes too. And he wanted a story. Mom never read stories much but the nice lady on the TV did sometimes and he always liked when she did that.
"Well, if you come back tomorrow, you can surely borrow a book. We have books for children in the back and a little train that holds them. So you can play with the wheel on that as well." Aziraphale tried to assure the boy so he could come back later and give his poor, handsome father a bit of a break from what was obviously his very spirited nature.
Adam's lower lip wobbled and he looked at Crowley with that 'I'm about to melt down' face he always had. "... But I want a book."
"Can you stop being dramatic for a minute, you little diva?" Damn, he was about to cry. Someone had told him no, told him he had to wait, and thus life as he knew it was ending and he'd have to cry for a good long time. "Listen, we'll come back tomorrow. I'll get you whatever book you want." Huh.
He glanced at the librarian, deciding that he didn't want to come across as a horrible guardian. "Age-appropriate. Although you may find Rosemary's Baby unusually inspiring, sweet boy."
What a nightmare child. "Say goodbye now." He pushed his hair back from his face, shaking his head and looking at Aziraphale. "Sorry. We'll be out of your hair in a minute, I know you've got better things to do." Friday night. If that bloke was even just half as gay as he looked, Crowley had a feeling he knew what kind of evening they were blocking him from. "Just trying to avoid hysterics."
"No, no, it's quite all right, take your ti-- oh gosh." Adam was crying and Aziraphale's eyes widened as Adam sobbed, loud and unfiltered, tears down his face as he dropped onto his butt and looked so utterly miserable. And, honestly, so did the father. He looked absolutely exhausted. Aziraphale looked at his watch and then cursed himself for being such a push over (and so ridiculously against saying not to someone that handsome). "I'm, erm, I'm here until 7pm anyway so ... you could always let him get a book. It would be a shame to leave without one and anyway, you can return it tomorrow."
Aziraphale smiled and Adam was still crying but he looked moderately interested, sniffling and wiping at his face with his sleeve.
Looking sympathetically at Crowley, he wondered how someone so young got into such a mess. Well - probably those tight pants. What woman could resist them? His father was right, the devil did come in alluring guises. "I could make you tea. You look like you could a few moments of sitting. If you like. I-I don't want to presume anything but... but if you have the time."
"Time, huh? Yeah, I was just gonna head right to Ku Bar from here." Sarcasm really was his closest friend these days. "I've not really got evening plans, I've got the devil child here. Adam, go look at the books. The ones in that train. And don't ruin anything!"
Here was hoping. He looked at the librarian, genuinely smiling for the first time. "Cheers. You really wouldn't have to, he just-- I don't know, he likes making my life hard." And he was so very good at it. Crowley put his thumbs through his belt loops, tilting his head to the side a little. "Tea? Wouldn't wanna keep you from doing your job. Anyway, better if I don't sit down. You've got a cosy place here, I'll pass right out."
Adam got up and walked towards the train, looking at the books and then crawling into the train because it was all very exciting and fun. Aziraphale watched him for a moment and then slipped in the back. "I will make you some tea, it's all fine. Sit down, my good fellow, sit. Do you like earl grey? I have that and some green tea with lemon."
Aziraphale put the kettle on and set out a mug, because he liked to be a good host and he had no idea what else to do with this man. His social skills were rusty. He just recommended books, argued with people over fines and talked occasionally to Barty. Otherwise, he didn't really -- hang.
Leaning in the doorway, he offered Crowley a sheepish smile. "He seems like a rather ... spirited boy. Sweet though. How old is he?"
Crowley followed behind the man, but stayed in the doorframe, not wanting to completely invade his workplace like that. "Earl Grey is fine."
Not that he cared that much for tea to begin with, but whatever. It was impolite to decline it and he was a little parched. His thumbs remained in his belt loops, a bit at a loss himself. He hung out with friends at clubs, bars, pubs, whatever. Not in kitchens of libraries. None of his friends even read books, he was fairly sure. Honestly, he doubted some could even read at all.
"He's-- Huh, I think he's turning four in a couple months. Gotta look that up." He had the boy's documents in a nice little box, he just hadn't really memorised it all yet. Which must seem weird for an outsider, him not knowing his boy's birthday, but he was new to this. Adam hadn't been his boy for long.
Still, he felt the need to explain. "He's my brother's kid. I just got saddled with him. Recently."
"Ah. That explains it." Well, there was that odd moment and the age and just the general vibe of this man - he didn't exactly scream single dad by choice. "It's just you seemed so young and I--" He trailed off awkwardly, peering out to make sure Adam was open. He was, he was pretending to run down monsters on the train, books totally forgotten.
"I hope it hasn't been too stressful but he seems well taken care of and happy enough so I assume you are doing a good job." Aziraphale praised readily - just glad it was about his parenting and not his looks.
The kettle beeped and he slipped back into start making the tea. "I suppose it's quite a different sort of friday evening for you when you have children, yes?"
"Oh yeah, you can say that again. Fewer gyrating hips." He moved his own hips for just a moment in what he felt was sarcasm as a dance move. "Less hungover on Saturdays, so that's a plus. Now I am just tired nonstop all the time, because Adam exclusively sleeps when I have to be awake." He really was a demon child.
Turning his head, he glanced over at Adam, just to make sure he wasn't ruining anything. "Oi! Brat! You are supposed to pick out a book!"
He sighed and looked back at the librarian. "So, let me live vicariously. What does a childless Adonis like you have planned on this Friday evening?"
Maybe Adonis wasn't quite it, but he had the eye-catching - and very gay - hair, he was handsome, veering on pretty, it felt like the right term.
Was he being mocked? Was this something -- was this that trolling thing he kept hearing about? Was it a joke? Why was he still staring at Crowley's hips. God, there was something that would stay in his mind. Adonis? Yes. Definitely mocking. He picked up the tea and held it out to Crowley, laughing awkwardly like he always did when he was being gently bullied by Gabriel. Never let them see you're phased and you're the true victor.
"Yes, yes, very amusing. I will, uh, I will leave here around 8pm and then I plan to start a new book and then bed, probably." Aziraphale smiled sheepishly and watched as Adam pulled out books and lay them flat on the floor to check if they were good or not.
"I'M LOOKING FOR ONE WITH TIGERS, UNCLE!"
Woah, volume control was clearly not being taught with either of these two. "Check in the back of the train, there's a good one with tigers there, my boy." Aziraphale offered before turning back to Crowley. "I don't have much experience with Saturday hangovers. I've never drank before, actually."
Aziraphale was covering it up so well, Crowley never even realised he had thought he was trolling him. He was mostly taken aback by learning about the lack of drinking.
"Really? Huh. I started early on that." Was he outing himself as rough here? Yeah, probably. Bloke like that, all put together and working in a library? Definitely better stock than him. "It ain't that bad, having a drink ever once in a while. You should give it a try some time, have one because I can't."
Ah, his lost youth. Being destroyed more and more with every passing day. "Though you're classier than me, so I reckon you'd not just go to the nearest gay club and get wrecked."
Aziraphale laughed politely for a second and then he realised what had been said and froze, reeling back in absolute horror. How the heck did he know? Was he a mind reader? Oh no, was he getting obvious? Did his family know?! How did he stop -- seeming, well, you know, that way inclined? "I'm not--" Well, he was, he had just never told anyone but Barty so he had no idea how to approach it. "I've never been..."
He answered weakly, clearly flustered as all hell, his face going red. He was finally at that point in life. His family wanted him to get a wife and instead, here he was, with a great big sign over his head. Aziraphale - gayest boy in town.
"Uncle, LOOK!" Adam interrupted, holding up the book he'd picked. "This one!"
"You're not-- Er, sorry. Faulty gaydar then. Just cause I'm an old queer, I shouldn't have assumed." Right, that was awkward. Also had to be complete bullshit, right? No way in hell was that bloke straight. Repressed, he was getting that now, but he wasn't here to drag librarians out of the closet.
And now he'd flustered him, make him go dangerously red - he hoped he'd not explode or anything - and in general behaved like a dick. He smiled weakly and turned his head to Adam, holding a hand out. "Show me the book, kid. Has it got them tigers you wanted?"
Maybe Adam could use his devilish powers to spontaneously open up the Earth, that'd be handy. "C'mon, boy. Let's leave the nice man alone before we make a bigger mess." Than he'd just made. Turned out, he was even more of a monster than Adam. Must be running in the family.
"It's got tigers and they're having tea." Adam explained as he showed the book to Crowley and then Aziraphale, making sure he could get approval. "We have to bring it back tomorrow, it's the rules." Adam insisted as he looked at Crowley with determination. "Otherwise we're stealing."
"I'm sure you won't steal. Come back on Monday, I think you need a whole weekend to properly appreciate it." Aziraphale walked over to the sheet of paper he had and signed it with a date and the name of the book. "And you'll have to consider getting a library card. It's free, all I need is ID and I can sign you both up." This was safer to talk about that the whole gay thing that he really didn't know how to engage with at all. Was he not red any more? This was very embarrassing. Could he not be red?!
"Monday we return it." Adam repeated, holding it up to Crowley. "Or he'll eat our noses."
"True that. I told him all about how fearsome you lot are." Wait. Did he now sound as if he was accusing straight people? Or closeted men? Point, but... "Librarians, I mean." Crowley let Adam hold his book, which really was about tigers having tea, go figure, and then reached inside his jacket for his wallet.
He got his driver's license out and walked over to the counter, so he could set it down for the very closeted, definitely gay librarian. "Here you go. The boy hasn't got ID. I guess I've got his birth certificate somewhere. Should he have ID?"
Damn. "You don't gotta answer that, I'll ask someone. Maybe your dad's keeping your ID somewhere, Adam, whatcha think?"
"You don't need ID for the child. It's not that official. You're his guardian, that's enough." Aziraphale promised as he took the card from Crowley and walked over to his computer so he could quickly register him. God, how was it that even his ID picture was sexy. Aziraphale stared at it longer than he was proud of and then got to work. "You won't have a card until Monday, I'm afraid, but I have your details in the computer."
"Can I get mine on Monday? I'm Adam. It's the 20th August that I was born. I'm gonna be four this year. I like spaghetti and I know how to count to 10." Was that the sort of information they had on IDs? Well, if not, he was sharing happily anyway.
"Ah, good to know. I will make sure you have a card too. And you can also get stickers here. If you get out ten books, you get ten sticks and then you get a free bookmark." It wasn't exciting really but Adam's eyes lit up at the idea of stickers and free things.
"He gets confused between seven and eight when he counts to ten." Seemed like valid information to add there. Adam looked so happy about the stupid library card, Crowley couldn't even mind that he'd dragged him in here with his antics, even if it led to him mortifying a librarian. "You'll be a proper bookworm, getting bookmarks and what not. Gonna show me up soon."
Odds were. With the way things were going, he wasn't going to manage to scrape by his own GCSEs until after Adam graduated. Probably best to simply retire that idea now. "Hey, since we've been keeping you here this long, do you want us to drop you off anywhere? It's pissing down out there and my car's right outside."
"Oh, I couldn't possibly trouble you with such things! I live about 20 minutes from here. It takes at most 30 minutes if the bus is late. It's honestly fine." Aziraphale didn't know if he could handle getting into a car and embarrassing himself any further with this very sexy man that knew he was gay. And now he knew that Aziraphale was - that thing - and Aziraphale knew that he knew, the pressure was on to not be the gayest thing in the whole damn world for five seconds! "I don't want to make you go all that gay."
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No. No. That did not just happen. No. Oh no. This was mortifying. This was the worst. His face fell and his eyes widened as he slowly started to realise he could not, in fact, magically take a word back. And there it was. Hanging right there. Between them. Why. Why, God?
"...Way." He cleared his throat. "I meant to say--"
"Uncle Crowley is gay." Adam helped. "It's not weird."
"Yeah, Adam, that's right. I'm here I'm queer and gay all the way." At this point, he decided to simply embrace the mess. He raised his eyebrows at Aziraphale, opening up his arms a little to beckon him to simply give in. Well. Give in and accept a ride in his car. "Come on. You even get the front seat, because Adam here rides in the back. Got his own fancy children's seat, he has."
Really blew Adam's little mind with that, because apparently every other adult in his life so far had been completely irresponsible. Big shock there. "You can't say no now. We'd be insulted."
"We really would be." Adam said as he hugged onto Crowley's leg and yawned sleepily. It had been a long day and he was very excited for bathtime, story time and then sleep.
"Oh. Oh-- dear." Well. Great. Great - more time together. More time to embarrass himself horrifically with every passing second. Fantastic. Aziraphale looked at the boy and then Crowley and then he lost his nerve and relented, nodding slowly. "Well, I don't wish to offend anyone. It will take me a few moments to turn everything off, is that okay? And I don't have my things ready." Darn, he awkwardly stumbled and nearly knocked over his own desk chair as he hurried to the back to get his bag. "I'll be ready in just a tick!"
Adam put his fingers in his mouth and listened to all the chaos in the back office as Aziraphale attempted to hurry. "He's a strange nose eater, uncle."
"Is he? That's quite the category of people to be a strange one in." Not that he personally knew a lot of nose eaters, but he felt that they were bound to be a little odd just by definition. He grabbed Adam to pick him up and set him down on the counter, getting a tissue out of his pocket and using it to clean the boy's face and fingers. How was he always sticky? it had to be an especially useless and disgusting superpower. "Don't tease the man, yeah? He's probably not used to the likes of us."
Kids and gays in leather jackets taking care of said kids.
"I like his bowtie." Adam sniffed as he let Crowley clean his face. He was a bit snotty and sticky but full of love so hey, it made up for it. Hopefully. "He should come over and play. Do you think he's as good with legos as Bill?" Probably not. No one could be. Bill was amazing.
"Okay, just need to turn off the power and we're all set." Aziraphale called out as he switched off the computer and pulled out his keys, his satchel and coat on. "Let's get a wiggle on, shall we?"
"Probably not. Bill's kind of a wiz with those legos, ain't he?" Crowley nodded his head, satisfied that Adam looked somewhat presentable. He lifted him off the counter, just in time to hear Aziraphale say that. Let's get a wiggle on? He mouthed it to himself with a bit of a smile and a shake of his head. Who said that? What even.
"Nice outfit." Dorky, but it fit him. he was a librarian, what else was he going to wear? Crowley offered his hand out to Adam and waited for Aziraphale, heading to the car. "I'm Anthony, by the way. I guess you know, you saw my ID. And also, that's nonsense. No one ever calls me that." Why had he even said it? Must be something about how proper the guy looked, made him go weird too. "I'm Crowley. That's what people call me."
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And himself a peed on floor, he supposed.
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"... I had no intent to." Aziraphale assured the boy as he finished organising the returns. "And you're very welcome. I hope you have a good evening."
"Is this the most books in the world?"
"What?"
"Is this the most in the world? Cause there's so many." Adam asked earnestly as he looked around. "I think it's the most."
"Oh no, not by a long shot. The most books in the world are at the Library of Congress. I believes it's 173 million. We don't even have close to 5 million, last I checked." Aziraphale clarified for the boy with a small smile and tried his best to not look at the ridiculously hot dad in the devilishly tight pants. Who the hell wore pants that tight? Who looked that good? That wasn't fair. That was really not very fair, was it? God was testing him. Again.
Adam turned to Crowley, pouting. "I want a book. You don't have any books." Everything was black and 'minimalist'.
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At least Lucifer was definitely his father, could not be denied. "Thanks, like he said. For the lack of nose-eating too." He held a hand out to Adam. "You don't need any book, Adam. Come on, it's time we get going. The nice librarian wants to clock out."
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"Well, if you come back tomorrow, you can surely borrow a book. We have books for children in the back and a little train that holds them. So you can play with the wheel on that as well." Aziraphale tried to assure the boy so he could come back later and give his poor, handsome father a bit of a break from what was obviously his very spirited nature.
Adam's lower lip wobbled and he looked at Crowley with that 'I'm about to melt down' face he always had. "... But I want a book."
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He glanced at the librarian, deciding that he didn't want to come across as a horrible guardian. "Age-appropriate. Although you may find Rosemary's Baby unusually inspiring, sweet boy."
What a nightmare child. "Say goodbye now." He pushed his hair back from his face, shaking his head and looking at Aziraphale. "Sorry. We'll be out of your hair in a minute, I know you've got better things to do." Friday night. If that bloke was even just half as gay as he looked, Crowley had a feeling he knew what kind of evening they were blocking him from. "Just trying to avoid hysterics."
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Aziraphale smiled and Adam was still crying but he looked moderately interested, sniffling and wiping at his face with his sleeve.
Looking sympathetically at Crowley, he wondered how someone so young got into such a mess. Well - probably those tight pants. What woman could resist them? His father was right, the devil did come in alluring guises. "I could make you tea. You look like you could a few moments of sitting. If you like. I-I don't want to presume anything but... but if you have the time."
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Here was hoping. He looked at the librarian, genuinely smiling for the first time. "Cheers. You really wouldn't have to, he just-- I don't know, he likes making my life hard." And he was so very good at it. Crowley put his thumbs through his belt loops, tilting his head to the side a little. "Tea? Wouldn't wanna keep you from doing your job. Anyway, better if I don't sit down. You've got a cosy place here, I'll pass right out."
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Aziraphale put the kettle on and set out a mug, because he liked to be a good host and he had no idea what else to do with this man. His social skills were rusty. He just recommended books, argued with people over fines and talked occasionally to Barty. Otherwise, he didn't really -- hang.
Leaning in the doorway, he offered Crowley a sheepish smile. "He seems like a rather ... spirited boy. Sweet though. How old is he?"
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Not that he cared that much for tea to begin with, but whatever. It was impolite to decline it and he was a little parched. His thumbs remained in his belt loops, a bit at a loss himself. He hung out with friends at clubs, bars, pubs, whatever. Not in kitchens of libraries. None of his friends even read books, he was fairly sure. Honestly, he doubted some could even read at all.
"He's-- Huh, I think he's turning four in a couple months. Gotta look that up." He had the boy's documents in a nice little box, he just hadn't really memorised it all yet. Which must seem weird for an outsider, him not knowing his boy's birthday, but he was new to this. Adam hadn't been his boy for long.
Still, he felt the need to explain. "He's my brother's kid. I just got saddled with him. Recently."
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"I hope it hasn't been too stressful but he seems well taken care of and happy enough so I assume you are doing a good job." Aziraphale praised readily - just glad it was about his parenting and not his looks.
The kettle beeped and he slipped back into start making the tea. "I suppose it's quite a different sort of friday evening for you when you have children, yes?"
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Turning his head, he glanced over at Adam, just to make sure he wasn't ruining anything. "Oi! Brat! You are supposed to pick out a book!"
He sighed and looked back at the librarian. "So, let me live vicariously. What does a childless Adonis like you have planned on this Friday evening?"
Maybe Adonis wasn't quite it, but he had the eye-catching - and very gay - hair, he was handsome, veering on pretty, it felt like the right term.
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"Yes, yes, very amusing. I will, uh, I will leave here around 8pm and then I plan to start a new book and then bed, probably." Aziraphale smiled sheepishly and watched as Adam pulled out books and lay them flat on the floor to check if they were good or not.
"I'M LOOKING FOR ONE WITH TIGERS, UNCLE!"
Woah, volume control was clearly not being taught with either of these two. "Check in the back of the train, there's a good one with tigers there, my boy." Aziraphale offered before turning back to Crowley. "I don't have much experience with Saturday hangovers. I've never drank before, actually."
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"Really? Huh. I started early on that." Was he outing himself as rough here? Yeah, probably. Bloke like that, all put together and working in a library? Definitely better stock than him. "It ain't that bad, having a drink ever once in a while. You should give it a try some time, have one because I can't."
Ah, his lost youth. Being destroyed more and more with every passing day. "Though you're classier than me, so I reckon you'd not just go to the nearest gay club and get wrecked."
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He answered weakly, clearly flustered as all hell, his face going red. He was finally at that point in life. His family wanted him to get a wife and instead, here he was, with a great big sign over his head. Aziraphale - gayest boy in town.
"Uncle, LOOK!" Adam interrupted, holding up the book he'd picked. "This one!"
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And now he'd flustered him, make him go dangerously red - he hoped he'd not explode or anything - and in general behaved like a dick. He smiled weakly and turned his head to Adam, holding a hand out. "Show me the book, kid. Has it got them tigers you wanted?"
Maybe Adam could use his devilish powers to spontaneously open up the Earth, that'd be handy. "C'mon, boy. Let's leave the nice man alone before we make a bigger mess." Than he'd just made. Turned out, he was even more of a monster than Adam. Must be running in the family.
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"I'm sure you won't steal. Come back on Monday, I think you need a whole weekend to properly appreciate it." Aziraphale walked over to the sheet of paper he had and signed it with a date and the name of the book. "And you'll have to consider getting a library card. It's free, all I need is ID and I can sign you both up." This was safer to talk about that the whole gay thing that he really didn't know how to engage with at all. Was he not red any more? This was very embarrassing. Could he not be red?!
"Monday we return it." Adam repeated, holding it up to Crowley. "Or he'll eat our noses."
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He got his driver's license out and walked over to the counter, so he could set it down for the very closeted, definitely gay librarian. "Here you go. The boy hasn't got ID. I guess I've got his birth certificate somewhere. Should he have ID?"
Damn. "You don't gotta answer that, I'll ask someone. Maybe your dad's keeping your ID somewhere, Adam, whatcha think?"
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"Can I get mine on Monday? I'm Adam. It's the 20th August that I was born. I'm gonna be four this year. I like spaghetti and I know how to count to 10." Was that the sort of information they had on IDs? Well, if not, he was sharing happily anyway.
"Ah, good to know. I will make sure you have a card too. And you can also get stickers here. If you get out ten books, you get ten sticks and then you get a free bookmark." It wasn't exciting really but Adam's eyes lit up at the idea of stickers and free things.
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Odds were. With the way things were going, he wasn't going to manage to scrape by his own GCSEs until after Adam graduated. Probably best to simply retire that idea now. "Hey, since we've been keeping you here this long, do you want us to drop you off anywhere? It's pissing down out there and my car's right outside."
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No. No. That did not just happen. No. Oh no. This was mortifying. This was the worst. His face fell and his eyes widened as he slowly started to realise he could not, in fact, magically take a word back. And there it was. Hanging right there. Between them. Why. Why, God?
"...Way." He cleared his throat. "I meant to say--"
"Uncle Crowley is gay." Adam helped. "It's not weird."
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Really blew Adam's little mind with that, because apparently every other adult in his life so far had been completely irresponsible. Big shock there. "You can't say no now. We'd be insulted."
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"Oh. Oh-- dear." Well. Great. Great - more time together. More time to embarrass himself horrifically with every passing second. Fantastic. Aziraphale looked at the boy and then Crowley and then he lost his nerve and relented, nodding slowly. "Well, I don't wish to offend anyone. It will take me a few moments to turn everything off, is that okay? And I don't have my things ready." Darn, he awkwardly stumbled and nearly knocked over his own desk chair as he hurried to the back to get his bag. "I'll be ready in just a tick!"
Adam put his fingers in his mouth and listened to all the chaos in the back office as Aziraphale attempted to hurry. "He's a strange nose eater, uncle."
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Kids and gays in leather jackets taking care of said kids.
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"Okay, just need to turn off the power and we're all set." Aziraphale called out as he switched off the computer and pulled out his keys, his satchel and coat on. "Let's get a wiggle on, shall we?"
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"Nice outfit." Dorky, but it fit him. he was a librarian, what else was he going to wear? Crowley offered his hand out to Adam and waited for Aziraphale, heading to the car. "I'm Anthony, by the way. I guess you know, you saw my ID. And also, that's nonsense. No one ever calls me that." Why had he even said it? Must be something about how proper the guy looked, made him go weird too. "I'm Crowley. That's what people call me."
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