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"It's not really my style, Angel." Crowley growled at the pink suit jacket Aziraphale was offering him.
"Oh, but isn't it just lovely? I saw it in a shop and they only had it in your size!" Aziraphale beamed at the demon, proud of himself. He leaned forward and whispered, "It's suede."
"That makes it even worse!" Crowley cried, disgusted. "Why don't you miracle it to your size if you like it so much?"
The angel frowned, offended, "You know I don't like to miracle clothing. It was made with superb craftsmanship!"
"Superbly awful craftsmanship!" Crowley cackled. Aziraphale sighed, amused.