"Costume? I don't think so. What would that entail exactly? I don't have many costumes. I just have -- well, I do have one but it's from the nativity so it's a donkey. I don't think that's good for fitting in, is it?" Otherwise, what he wore was what he owned. Button down shirts, khakis, bowties. He was a very smartly dressed boy, his parents stocked up for him and he'd never really had to worry about dressing for anyone's approval.
Until now. Oh gosh, he had no outfit suitable for a bebopathon.
"I suppose I have nothing dark or informal. I have one t-shirt but it's from bible camp." So he didn't think that was very useful. "I'm sorry."
Right. This was a delicate situation, Crowley knew as much. He didn't mind how Aziraphale dressed, he didn't mind the remarks either. But he knew Aziraphale felt hurt by them and he wanted to protect him from being hurt. Protect him from anything bad, really. But that was easier said than done and he didn't want to hurt his pride either. "Listen, angel, you can wear what you want. But I could probably lend you something."
Oh, immediately another delicate situation. Damn it. "There's some of my brothers' old clothes around at home."
And most of them were a bit bigger than Crowley. "Only if you want to."
"Are they clean...?" He just had to ask. He had heard rumours about Crowley's siblings, he'd even heard Gabriel talk about them. All bad things. All of it. He was a little nervous at the idea, he wasn't going to lie - to wear clothes like that kind seemed very daunting all of a sudden. "I could perhaps borrow a t-shirt or something. If it would reduce the amount of attention drawn."
And then maybe he wouldn't get dunked on by all of Crowley's weird rocker friends.
"Usually what I want to wear is just this, I rather like the way I dress but if I'm to galivant with rockers and punks all evening, I'd rather not draw undue attention." So that was a yes. He'd see if he could at least try to wear something else. "We could try it out."
"Yeah, yeah, of course. I washed them." And he would be offended by the insinuation, but right now he was thinking about possibly offering him Hastur's shirts and Hastur was not clean. He kind of always smelled. But the shirt would be very clean, he would make sure of it. "What time do you think I could meet you for? It's all right if you can't make it, by the way. I'll wait for a while to make sure."
He knew this was a big thing. Aziraphale never broke rules. "We could get food on the way there."
"Dinner ends around 6ish and then I usually get my homework finished around then. I could be outside for around 7? My parents will be downstairs until around 11 and my brother works out in the evenings. And the mornings. And -- all the time, really." He trailed off, terrified and excited, not sure what to do with himself. He was a very bad liar, how would he manage to get through family dinner?!
"Perhaps I can claim I'm sick... if they ask me my plans, I will cave. I'm not a good liar, Crowley. I will try to avoid them and then perhaps we can meet at 7 and get food." Especially since he would likely have to skip a meal. "This is all very -- strange. I've never done anything like this."
"I know. It's all right if you can't pull it off. I'll wait until 8, yeah?" Or maybe he'd wait longer. He could see himself waiting longer. Just in case. What a pathetic case that would be, but whatever. He knew himself. If Aziraphale couldn't come, he doubted he'd enjoy himself tonight.
"You know that guy with the blond hair today? The one with Nicki? He goes by Spike these days. Didn't always. He used to dress a lot like you. But it looks better on you."
"The one who insulted my bowtie? Hmm. Well. Everyone changes, I suppose. Peer pressure or just life in general. I only don't because I like myself. As strange as it may be to some, I don't actually mind how I am." He took the two books Crowley was holding, as they were close to his home now, and he hugged them tight to his chest for moral support. "I'm fine with my peers never quite getting me. I think that's just part of life, isn't it?"
He didn't fit in with anyone. Well, anyone except Crowley.
And if Crowley didn't care how he looked or how he spoke, what he liked or didn't like, then why did he care? In some ways, his sheer lack of caring inspired Aziraphale in many ways. "I don't overly get them either. I'm sure I won't get their music at all."
"We'll see. Maybe I can get Nicki to play something classical." Hey, if he was drunk enough, Crowley figured it could be possible. Or if he got Spike to ask for it, which was an angle he felt could be worked. Depended on how things went, he supposed. "I'll make sure you have a good time. Even if it's just because I'll buy you a chocolate eclair on the way back."
He did know Aziraphale well. "See you at seven, angel."
"Oooh, lovely! I hope I can make it then!" He'd do anything for a chocolate éclair. Even break all of the rules and risk being grounded for eternity. "See you tonight, Crowley. Hopefully."
With a bright grin, he turned away and walked along the road, his heart positively fluttering.
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Until now. Oh gosh, he had no outfit suitable for a bebopathon.
"I suppose I have nothing dark or informal. I have one t-shirt but it's from bible camp." So he didn't think that was very useful. "I'm sorry."
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Oh, immediately another delicate situation. Damn it. "There's some of my brothers' old clothes around at home."
And most of them were a bit bigger than Crowley. "Only if you want to."
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And then maybe he wouldn't get dunked on by all of Crowley's weird rocker friends.
"Usually what I want to wear is just this, I rather like the way I dress but if I'm to galivant with rockers and punks all evening, I'd rather not draw undue attention." So that was a yes. He'd see if he could at least try to wear something else. "We could try it out."
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He knew this was a big thing. Aziraphale never broke rules. "We could get food on the way there."
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"Perhaps I can claim I'm sick... if they ask me my plans, I will cave. I'm not a good liar, Crowley. I will try to avoid them and then perhaps we can meet at 7 and get food." Especially since he would likely have to skip a meal. "This is all very -- strange. I've never done anything like this."
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"You know that guy with the blond hair today? The one with Nicki? He goes by Spike these days. Didn't always. He used to dress a lot like you. But it looks better on you."
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He didn't fit in with anyone. Well, anyone except Crowley.
And if Crowley didn't care how he looked or how he spoke, what he liked or didn't like, then why did he care? In some ways, his sheer lack of caring inspired Aziraphale in many ways. "I don't overly get them either. I'm sure I won't get their music at all."
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He did know Aziraphale well. "See you at seven, angel."
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With a bright grin, he turned away and walked along the road, his heart positively fluttering.