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Oh, the bow tie of it all, my sweet Angel!
Aziraphale was humming a tune while reading something, which brought the Demon out if his musings.
His eyes boring into the newly acquired bow tie of Aziraphale’s. Something Crowley had not noticed yet, but he was fixated on it now. Fascinated by it more likely.
Aziraphale noticed the stare, of course he did. Feeling self-conscious suddenly under Crowley’s scrutiny.
“Something wrong, Crowley?”
Crowley looked up and right into Aziraphale’s eyes. A smile emerging, a wicked grin more likely.
“Absolutely nothing, Angel love, you’re perfect.”
Crowley then hit up and walked right to his Angel, standing there, touching the tie and then, leaning in to kiss Aziraphale.
“Absolutely perfect, luv.” He breathed against Aziraphale’s lips, being happy if the fact he had fallen for this, bow tied Angel of a being. “My perfect bow tied Angel.”