Ooh, each morning I get up I die a little

[heavenforsake]

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[betherealso]

"Is that your type? The bad boy." No, Anathema couldn't know just how much of a milestone this was for Aziraphale, but given his initial reactions and reluctance, she could at least guess at it a little. She had always been good at reading people and it was not as if this was difficult to do right now Aziraphale's anxiety was palpable. "You two danced? That's ridiculously romantic, I hope you realise."

She had assumed maybe making out for a bit, hardly time for anything else, but dance? Anathema grinned, pulling him into a quick hug. "You are one lucky duck."

[heavensake]

"I'm not sure how lucky I am, we shall see in a couple of weeks time. I'm working on a very important letter so that will determine my outcome." Aziraphale said in his usual cryptic, awkward manner, letting Anathema give him a hug. Hugs were weird. Different. He liked them. He never really had that many. Today, he had been held by two people - in drastically different ways, of course!

"I really can finish up here. You should head home and relax. I don't have anywhere to be so -- I'll do the close up." He wanted to stay a little long, see if he could find a fitting poem for his letter.

[betherealso]

"Fine. I'll leave you here to think about your handsome bad boy." She ruffled his hair, because why wouldn't she? Then turned away so she could get her things and leave. "I'll see you tomorrow. And I'll really have to teach you how to talk about boys, you are taking all the fun out of it."

A few more steps and then she looked back, indicating with her fingers. "By the way. Ten inches. At least."