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Aziraphale looks up from his book when he notices Crowley waking up, slowly starting to move on the couch. "Is this film still being played in the cinema?"
"Huh?" Crowley blinks owlishly at Aziraphale, still half asleep from the afternoon nap.
Aziraphale holds up the book he had been reading: "I nearly finished the book you gave me for our anniversary."
Ah, yeah. Crowley knows this- after all, to Crowley's delight, Aziraphale has read out loud for them more often than not, with Crowley snuggled up to him on the couch or wrapped around his neck in their snake form.
"Uh, yeah, do think so- I was gonna go watch it once you were done with it so we could talk about it, I think I slept through half the plot- no offense, angel..."
"None taken, darling, I am honored that you feel safe enough with me to fall asleep so easily." Aziraphale smiles at him, bright and beaming and loving...
Crowley squirms at the sudden change of topic to feelings and hides his eyes behind a curtain of red hair.
"Well, you've got a very soothing voice." he wanted to add 'that's all', but somehow couldn't bring himself to lie.
Aziraphale gives him a knowing smile.
"Well, would you perhaps be amicable to us going to the cinema together? I haven't been since the 1880s!"
Crowley tries not to show how much he hoped for the angel to say this. "Course! I mean, you sure, angel? You don't have to go just because I want to..."
"Don't be silly, Crowley, you are surrounded by my books and stuffy old things every day, it's time for a change of pace! You do realise I, well, care about the things you care about, don't you, dearest?"
Crowley makes a face. "Yup. Sure. Ngk. Okay. Imma go and find out when they're showing it"
And he's off the couch and out of the door.
Aziraphale doesn't comment on the fact that even he knows Crowley could have just as easily looked up the viewing times on his phone without having to move an inch.
Later that day, Crowley saunters back into the shop, trying to seem nonchalant but Aziraphale knows him well enough to notice that the demon is still anxious.
"So, that film we've been talking about, they're showing it at six and at ten pm tonight... Thought we could go to the later show, eat out first? At the Ritz, as always..." So as to not disturb your routine any more than necessary, stays unsaid.
"Oh, I heard they serve food at the cinema as well! We could share a box of popped corn!"
Crowley stares at him, completely flabbergasted. "Popped corn? It's popcorn, angel, popcorn!" he shakes his head, exasperated, throws an arm over Aziraphale's shoulder and drags him along. "Popped corn..." he mutters under his breath.
Aziraphale just smiles. He knows exactly what to do to get Crowley to stop worrying.
In the cinema, Crowley gets them their tickets, popcorn and sodas, and also nachos and gummies and a few other sweets because Crowley wants Aziraphale to have the full experiencea. they sit in the back row of the cinema, hands touching over the bag of sweets between them.
The adverts play, and Aziraphale looks fascinated at all the effort put into these marketing strategies.
"Your bookshop isn't stuffy. Old, maybe, but more like vintage. Whatever." Crowley says suddenly.
It takes Aziraphale a second until he remembers their earlier conversation.
"Oh, Crowley..."
He presses a kiss to the demon's neck.
"I'm glad you think so. Very sweet of you, really."
Crowley blushes, and Aziraphale lifts up the sweets onto his lap so he can snuggle closer to Crowley. The demon throws his arm over Aziraphale's shoulder, keeping him close. "Ngk, just watch the movie."
"I do believe I will, but it hasn't even started yet, my darling..."
"Ngk" Crowley shakes his head and buries his face in Aziraphale’s hair. "Whatever."
Aziraphale stifles a laugh.