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A loud clunk sounded across the quaint bookshop as Crowley rummaged through a box labeled "valuables". Small glasses and clocks were scattered on the wooden floor, messy and unorganized.
"Could you at least try to keep things neater?" Aziraphale pleaded, tired from the work of cleaning all day. Crowley just looked up at him, shrugged, and went back to searching the box intently. Aziraphale just walked over and put a hand on his shoulder, silently reminding him to try not to destroy any more of his possessions.
"Sorry angel, no can do. I just want to get this over with," Crowley replied with a sigh, but he slowed down his work. Aziraphale hummed intently and went back to sorting books on the nearby shelf.
After a tedious afternoon of cleaning, the sun started to set and they slowed their cleaning. Crowley picked up a record in a sleeve off of a shelf and blew the dust off. It was a Queens greatest hits record. He looked at it with confusion before holding it up and getting aziraphales attention.
"Why do you have this? I thought you were more of a classical person," he questioned, flipping the record over and inspecting it.
"Oh. Well it just... reminded me of a dear friend of mine," aziraphale replied and coughed into his sleeve.
Crowley just shrugged and put it on one of the record players littered around the shop. As they finished up the rest of their work Freddie mercury sang of bicycles and romance, providing some much needed background music for the pair.
When it finally got dark enough they settled down on a sofa, each with a glass of wine in their hand. They sat there contently and listened to the soft music coming from the record player. A candle nearby provided a soft glow that made the whole room come together very nicely.
The comfortable silence was disrupted by Crowley fishing a small pocket watch that he had gifted aziraphale about 100 years or so ago out of his pocket.
"Why did you keep this?" He asked softly and held up the antique.
"Oh, well. Someone very special gave it to me."
Unsaid words hung in the air as they locked eyes and aziraphale swore he couldve saw Crowleys gaze soften.
"Nice. Um, I would, er. Love to meet them one day," Crowley mumbled out awkwardly, quickly averting his gaze.
"Oh would you look at the time! I have a very important meeting right now!" Crowley exclaimed, getting up from his seat and rushing out the shop, stopping to look back when he reached the door.
Aziraphale just stared blankly and looked down at the watch. 10:45.