"Yeah, it's all right now. Got these glasses." The cool ones. Not the ones before that made him look like one of the blind mice. "I don't know, eye patches can be pretty cool. Pirates. Arrgh!"
He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. All right, that had been dorky. Thankfully, no one was here to overhear. Just Aziraphale, who was smiling again. Good. "I wish we had more choices. Maybe that comes with age." Though he remained unconvinced of that. Maybe he could find a way though.
"You live here, right?" He gestured at the house as he came to a halt. "I'll stop here, then your family won't spot me."
"Probably for the best. They'd be concerned. They're not very open minded when it comes to alternative dressing." Aziraphale clarified as he looked ahead to his home and let out an almost lamenting sigh at the idea of heading inside. He was enjoying time with Crowley and besides, he didn't fancy an evening of listening to what wonderful things Gabriel achieved today while he was there, paling in comparison.
"Thank you for the walk. It was a pleasure." He held out his hand to shake Crowley's in thanks, unable to help himself. In some respects, he was an old man at heart. "Perhaps tomorrow we can discuss Dracula. I have some strong issues with that book, let me tell you."
"Can't wait to hear them. Not that I've read it." Crowley was amused, but he'd taken Aziraphale's hand anyway, because he hadn't even thought about it. So very formal. Which was maybe why he couldn't help the cheeky grin, bending down and lifting his hand up, so he could kiss his hand. Ever so formally.
He straightened up, in one sense of the word, and tipped his non-existent hat. "See you tomorrow. I'll escort you again."
"Oh, Crowley!" Aziraphale scolded as he pulled his hand away, giving him a very stern expression. "None of that. Come now." Rolling his eyes, he turned away and shook his head, tutting over the pushy goth who kissed his hand. Such a silly man. Strange man too.
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He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. All right, that had been dorky. Thankfully, no one was here to overhear. Just Aziraphale, who was smiling again. Good. "I wish we had more choices. Maybe that comes with age." Though he remained unconvinced of that. Maybe he could find a way though.
"You live here, right?" He gestured at the house as he came to a halt. "I'll stop here, then your family won't spot me."
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"Thank you for the walk. It was a pleasure." He held out his hand to shake Crowley's in thanks, unable to help himself. In some respects, he was an old man at heart. "Perhaps tomorrow we can discuss Dracula. I have some strong issues with that book, let me tell you."
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He straightened up, in one sense of the word, and tipped his non-existent hat. "See you tomorrow. I'll escort you again."
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Still. It was nice. He hadn't hated it at all.