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“It’s rumoured to be haunted.”
Aziraphale was flicking through the real estate brochure that he’d been handed, and he could practically feel Crowley buzzing with excitement at the agents words.
“Haunted?”
“Yes. I’m sure we can find you much nicer properties to look at-“
“No. I wanna look at that one.”
“It does have a wonderful garden.” Aziraphale said, agreeing with Crowley and smiling at the agent, sweetly but firmly, showing they wouldn’t be swayed.
The agent looked defeated, but nodded in agreement. “Let’s arrange a viewing time…”
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“No ghost.” Crowley pouted. They had looked all over the property, and hadn’t seen a damned thing - despite how jumpy their agent was.
All in all though, the cottage was simply adorable, and would serve their needs perfectly. So they bought it.
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“Crowley, if you keep moving my books around I’m going to have to… to… withhold kisses!”
Crowley is so shocked he drops the mug he had been sipping from, though he miracles it away before it hits the floor.
“I haven’t touched your blessed books!” He argues, and Aziraphale doesn’t believe him so he strops, leaving Crowley alone in the living room.
Crowley sees it, then.
The smallest flicker of energy sauntering into the room.
Crowley snorts in amusement.
“Really? You’re the fucking ghost?”
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“Crowley, I shan’t have you lying to me to get out of trouble-“
“-hey!” It’s Crowleys turn to look put out, hands on his hips as he glares at Aziraphale. His sunglasses are gone, showing off the yellow of his eyes, and just how frustrated he was. “I’ve never lied to you. And I wouldn’t start now over this. If you don’t believe me then go see for yourself.”
Crowley pointed back to the living room, and if on queue there was a crash of books.
Aziraphale hadn’t sensed any demonic work at play, so he rushed to his feet, storming into the living room to catch their ghost red handed.
“Oh.”
Crowley came up next to Aziraphale, arms folded over his chest.
“I told you.”
“We’re being haunted.”
“Yup.” Crowley made a popping sound on the P, watching as their ghost made a nuisance of themselves.
“It’s…”
“Kind of adorable?” Crowley finished for Aziraphale.
“Well, that explains why we couldn’t feel it’s presence.”
Crowley huffed a laugh. “And why your books were knocked off so many counters. Who knew a blessed cat could haunt somewhere.”