"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."
"It's nice to meet you, Crowley. And young Adam, I believe it was. You're both quite delightful." Aziraphale praised as he made sure both the boy and his father were in the lobby before he shut off all the lights. Adam tightened his grip on Crowley, he was quite scared of the dark and it was scary when all the lights turned off. Even with uncle there.
As they shuffled out, Aziraphale locked up and the rain was really coming down. The bus stop was five minutes from here, there was no way Aziraphale wouldn't have been drenched on his way. Honestly, this was the better option, even if Aziraphale was a little anxious about it all.
"I'm Aziraphale. I know, I know. It's a mouthful." Aziraphale clarified with a sheepish smile. "It's, uh, it's an angelic name. My father had a bit of a theme." He gestured for Crowley to go ahead. "Lead the way, my dear fellow."
"A theme, yeah? The boy's father's called Lucifer, so..." He knew about themes, although it was quite entertaining to encounter someone saddled with the directly opposite theme. And, honestly, he considered himself lucky that his father had never delved deeper into demonology, or he'd have ended up with something much worse than Anthony. Crowley picked Adam up and tucked him against himself, trying to drape his coat somewhat around him. Didn't have to let the boy get more wet than necessary.
He turned to look at Aziraphale, smiling brightly. "Off we go then, angel. Car's right over there."
By now one of the few cars left in the car park. He made a run for it, then unlocked and got Adam into his seat first. By the time he'd strapped the boy in, his hair was wet, his shirt was wet, his entire being was wet. He hoped that Aziraphale might have fared better, having gone right for the passenger's seat.
Whatever. He decided to embrace it, closing the door and taking a few steps away with his arms spread out, looking up at the sky. He ran his hands up his face to get his hair combed back, pushing his glasses up momentarily to do so. Then he got in the driver's seat finally, only to immediately take off his jacket and toss it behind himself, next to Adam. At this point it was just wet leather, more squeaky than sexy. The red shirt he was wearing under the jacket was clinging to him uncomfortably and he had to take off his glasses to find something dry so he could see through them.
Oh, right, he should explain. While he found a pack of tissues and started wiping, he looked over at Aziraphale. "Don't worry about the shades, I can see with them on. Better than without. Says so on my driver's license." He doubted Aziraphale had looked that closely at it, so he explained. "It's a thing, I got bad eyes. I'm not just a total tool who wears sunglasses at night."
Of all the things he expected, he expected to get somewhat wet (and he had) and he expected for Adam to be awkward to get into the car (not so much) but he had not expected that. Whatever that was. Good lord, the clinging, the wet fabric, the definition behind the soaking shirt. It was -- it was a lot.
While Crowley explained his glasses, he couldn't even focus on whatever it was, he was just unable to look away from his beautiful eyes. The way his beautifully red hair was dripping beautiful water on his beautiful, flawless face.
"...Oh. Oh, sorry, I was staring. It-it wasn't anything bad. It's just your eyes, they're--" Enthralling. Beauty incarnate. Dazzling. "They're so golden. They're really rather nice. Like honey." He giggled awkwardly and then realised how bad that sounded and his eyes widened. Why did he say that aloud? This was not great. This was embarrassing. Aziraphale looked everywhere but Crowley. "We should, uh, we should get going. I'm sure young Adam wants to be in bed."
"No, I'm not tired." Said the sleepy boy as he rubbed his eyes.
"Yeah? I just think they look awful." Honestly. Colour of his eyes, hard to even focus on. There was all the redness around them, the itching, the tendency to be bloodshot, it was really a struggle to associate much positive with his eyes. "Adam says I've got demon eyes." Flatterer.
Crowley rather felt he was handsome enough to make up for it in other areas though, so it wasn't as if it destroyed his self-esteem too much. He put the glasses back on now, looking at Aziraphale properly again.
Who seemed a little weird, but that might just be how he was. Adam had a point. "Where are we dropping you off then, angel?" Might as well stick to that. Aziraphale was a mouthful.
Aziraphale cleared his throat and gave out his postcode, hoping he wasn't too familiar with the area. "I'm across from a big white building and -- well, you'll know it when you see it. Then you can drop me off. It's quite close by car." Aziraphale assured him, not wanting to take up too much of his time or petrol.
"What is an angel?" Adam asked innocently as he picked up his stuffed bear and started to play with it's loose eye.
"Well, it's like a spirit, in a sense. Some believe they work for God. They have wings and a funny little yellow right over their head called a halo." Aziraphale attempted to explain without accidentally forcing any religious 'truths' on anyone. "They do good deeds and help humans."
"You've seen some on the funny pictures I've got on the wall. You know, that big one with the black winged people and white winged people fighting. That's demons and angels." Bit on the nose, or so it seemed right now, but hey. He had been an edgy teen with eccentric tastes, money at his disposal for the first time of his life finally living alone. Décor had been a series of choices he made. Bold choices.
"And if you call someone an angel, it usually means they are a good person. Nice. Like Aziraphale is." That much seemed obvious. Crowley considered it while he waited at a traffic light for it to turn green. "I guess it's also a pet name. Lovers may use it."
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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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As they shuffled out, Aziraphale locked up and the rain was really coming down. The bus stop was five minutes from here, there was no way Aziraphale wouldn't have been drenched on his way. Honestly, this was the better option, even if Aziraphale was a little anxious about it all.
"I'm Aziraphale. I know, I know. It's a mouthful." Aziraphale clarified with a sheepish smile. "It's, uh, it's an angelic name. My father had a bit of a theme." He gestured for Crowley to go ahead. "Lead the way, my dear fellow."
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He turned to look at Aziraphale, smiling brightly. "Off we go then, angel. Car's right over there."
By now one of the few cars left in the car park. He made a run for it, then unlocked and got Adam into his seat first. By the time he'd strapped the boy in, his hair was wet, his shirt was wet, his entire being was wet. He hoped that Aziraphale might have fared better, having gone right for the passenger's seat.
Whatever. He decided to embrace it, closing the door and taking a few steps away with his arms spread out, looking up at the sky. He ran his hands up his face to get his hair combed back, pushing his glasses up momentarily to do so. Then he got in the driver's seat finally, only to immediately take off his jacket and toss it behind himself, next to Adam. At this point it was just wet leather, more squeaky than sexy. The red shirt he was wearing under the jacket was clinging to him uncomfortably and he had to take off his glasses to find something dry so he could see through them.
Oh, right, he should explain. While he found a pack of tissues and started wiping, he looked over at Aziraphale. "Don't worry about the shades, I can see with them on. Better than without. Says so on my driver's license." He doubted Aziraphale had looked that closely at it, so he explained. "It's a thing, I got bad eyes. I'm not just a total tool who wears sunglasses at night."
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While Crowley explained his glasses, he couldn't even focus on whatever it was, he was just unable to look away from his beautiful eyes. The way his beautifully red hair was dripping beautiful water on his beautiful, flawless face.
"...Oh. Oh, sorry, I was staring. It-it wasn't anything bad. It's just your eyes, they're--" Enthralling. Beauty incarnate. Dazzling. "They're so golden. They're really rather nice. Like honey." He giggled awkwardly and then realised how bad that sounded and his eyes widened. Why did he say that aloud? This was not great. This was embarrassing. Aziraphale looked everywhere but Crowley. "We should, uh, we should get going. I'm sure young Adam wants to be in bed."
"No, I'm not tired." Said the sleepy boy as he rubbed his eyes.
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Crowley rather felt he was handsome enough to make up for it in other areas though, so it wasn't as if it destroyed his self-esteem too much. He put the glasses back on now, looking at Aziraphale properly again.
Who seemed a little weird, but that might just be how he was. Adam had a point. "Where are we dropping you off then, angel?" Might as well stick to that. Aziraphale was a mouthful.
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"What is an angel?" Adam asked innocently as he picked up his stuffed bear and started to play with it's loose eye.
"Well, it's like a spirit, in a sense. Some believe they work for God. They have wings and a funny little yellow right over their head called a halo." Aziraphale attempted to explain without accidentally forcing any religious 'truths' on anyone. "They do good deeds and help humans."
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"And if you call someone an angel, it usually means they are a good person. Nice. Like Aziraphale is." That much seemed obvious. Crowley considered it while he waited at a traffic light for it to turn green. "I guess it's also a pet name. Lovers may use it."
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