"I got like ten pairs of them." That wasn't even an exaggeration. "They were on sale. With those thingies on the side, had to get them." What were those thingies even called? Blinders? Maybe something that made him sound less like a horse? He'd stick with thiniges until he could think of a better word.
"I gotta wear them." Talk about boring topics. He had no idea whether Aziraphale knew that he had to wear glasses or not. It wasn't really all that important. Not as important as a good Christian boy with a moral crisis, anyway. "You can talk to me, y'know. About your decisions. I'll be your shoulder devil."
"I remember being told in assembly." Way back when, he had very vague memories of being told to not tease or steal the sunglasses. He didn't quite know what was wrong, he didn't understand then and now he was older, he wasn't brave enough to ask but he assumed something to do with sunlight intolerance. Perhaps lupus? He wasn't certain. "I think of all the issues you could have, it's nice to have one that makes you look cool. The only corrective things I ever had was an eye patch and it wasn't half as cool." It did fix his lazy eye as a child but it didn't win him any cool points.
"It's a very kind offer. I-I don't know if I have that much to talk about. In regards to my decisions. I just make them. That's the beauty of being a person in our wonderful world - all those choices." And if God was giving him them, who was he to ignore all those opportunities. He smiled softly at Crowley, however, quite taken with his friendly nature. "But I'm always happy to talk. I don't often get to with people my own age."
"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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"I gotta wear them." Talk about boring topics. He had no idea whether Aziraphale knew that he had to wear glasses or not. It wasn't really all that important. Not as important as a good Christian boy with a moral crisis, anyway. "You can talk to me, y'know. About your decisions. I'll be your shoulder devil."
He smiled, hoping it'd be taken as a joke.
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"It's a very kind offer. I-I don't know if I have that much to talk about. In regards to my decisions. I just make them. That's the beauty of being a person in our wonderful world - all those choices." And if God was giving him them, who was he to ignore all those opportunities. He smiled softly at Crowley, however, quite taken with his friendly nature. "But I'm always happy to talk. I don't often get to with people my own age."
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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.