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Cozy
“Hey, Aziraphale, it’s me. What are you doing tonight?”
“Oh, hello, Crowley! I haven’t made any plans. Why, what are you suggesting?”
“I’m suggesting I pop over there, or you pop over here, and I watch Golden Girls while you read a book. I’m also suggesting there be a big fluffy blanket involved. And possibly hot cocoa and biscuits. For you those last two are.”
“That does sound simply delightful, dear. Is there any specific reason?”
“Nah. Just … well, that whole feelings thing, and I want to cu- er … be cozy.”
“Did you just stop yourself from saying ‘cuddle’, Crowley?”
“No.”
“Are you certain? I know I am getting on in years, and this corporation may not be new but-”
“I said I didn’t, Angel.”
“I see.” smiling voice
“*unintelligible mumbling*” pouting voice
“All I mean, my dear, is that if you had meant to say ‘cuddle’, I may even be willing to bring the scotch you enjoy so much on cooler days.”
“Angel?” softly
“Yes, Crowley?”
“Will you come over to my flat and cuddle with me?” barely above a whisper
“My beautiful demon, I am on my way.”