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The book landed softly on the cushion next to Aziraphale. The angel raised his head, an eyebrow arched in slight surprise.
«This isn’t a comic book, dear.»
«Pertinent observation here, angel» replied Crowley while falling on the sofa.
«I thought you were reading Krazy Kat at the moment» continued Aziraphale.
«Finished it yesterday.»
«The complete works ?»
«The complete works .»
«And what about Calvin and Hobbes ?»
«Same. Several times already.»
«And Mafalda ?»
«Read it all. In both English and Spanish.»
Aziraphale pondered a moment, thinking about the pile of comics sitting on Crowley’s side of the bed.
«I’ve never seen you touch the Moebius so much. Wouldn’t you rather …»
«Eh. No. I tried it back when it came out. Not my cup of tea. Unless I’m on LSD. Do you have some LSD to go along with my Incal reading ?»
«I’m afraid not, dear boy.»
Aziraphale closed his own book, and brushed a finger over the cover of the one Crowley had brought. It was far from his usual reading.
«Well, I didn’t think this one would be your cup of tea either.»
«Is it really that surprising to you ?»
Aziraphale thought for a second. Then smiled. No. In the end, it was not a surprise. The angel turned his head towards the demon, beaming.
«Would you like me to read it to you ?»
Crowley tilted his head.
«Are you being serious right now ?»
«Yes, I am. I love this book as well, and, erm… I know you’ve done a lot of reading out loud with Warlock when you were a Nanny, so… it might be a nice change. I thought. If you want.»
Crowley stuffed the book in Aziraphale’s hands and rested his head on the angel’s lap.
«Please» he said softly. «Read to me, angel.»
Aziraphale cleared his throat. Crowley closed his eyes.
«Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself …»