The sleeping arrangements had been decided by the toast as far as Crowley was concerned. One drink of wine in agreement that neither of them would have to spend another night outside on a bench hiding out from their deranged roommates. Whoever decided these people would be able to save the universe were absolutely as mad as the new inmates.
Crowley listened as Aziraphale unloaded his baggage and sipped at his wine. He nodded in agreement about the Prince designation... Prince - Principality, it was a little on the nose but it could fit, and conveniently he went in for a refill about the same time the angel had. Mostly he sat in mute silence enjoying the steam from the bath which made this room warmer than the others and listening to the familiar sound of Aziraphale's voice, which after the past evening's horrors was a greater comfort than the wine.
"Pick off the fleas?"
On he understood it but the metaphor was still enough to earn a disgusted expression.
"That's charming."
The wine was swirled in his glass. The pact, yeah, that was part of the pact... fleas and all.
"It would be easier, really, to maintain the pact if we were staying in the same apartment. Kinda difficult to keep an eye on each other in separate spaces."
Given that he had thought he might have to break the door in to check on the angel earlier, before Rose had arrived to let him in. Having a key would make that so much simpler. Besides... they had known each other for centuries! They were, Crowley hazarded to think it, friends. The demon sipped from his glass, allowing the wine and the company to further disarm him.
"I'm meant to be a Monster. Fitting for a demon really. Always unforgivable."
Though just a touch of disappointment might have slipped in there as he leaned forward to rest on his knees. It was one thing to be a demon and to be comfortable with that and another to have people constantly reminding you how you could never be anything else. Which despite what Merlin had said about the class had translated to him in that way.
"No idea what I'm actually supposed to do with that. It's not like tempting humans really has any kind of meaning here. There's no one to keep score."
The steam eventually had it's way. His glasses kept fogging up and despite efforts to keep the dampness wiped off of them he did eventually have to set them aside next the to wine bottle on the lip of the tub.
"You seem to have worked it out though. At least partly. Already out there trying to inspire people to try out their new powers."
Wasn't the angel's fault that had gone pear-shaped.
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Date: 2019-07-21 06:48 pm (UTC)Crowley listened as Aziraphale unloaded his baggage and sipped at his wine. He nodded in agreement about the Prince designation... Prince - Principality, it was a little on the nose but it could fit, and conveniently he went in for a refill about the same time the angel had. Mostly he sat in mute silence enjoying the steam from the bath which made this room warmer than the others and listening to the familiar sound of Aziraphale's voice, which after the past evening's horrors was a greater comfort than the wine.
"Pick off the fleas?"
On he understood it but the metaphor was still enough to earn a disgusted expression.
"That's charming."
The wine was swirled in his glass. The pact, yeah, that was part of the pact... fleas and all.
"It would be easier, really, to maintain the pact if we were staying in the same apartment. Kinda difficult to keep an eye on each other in separate spaces."
Given that he had thought he might have to break the door in to check on the angel earlier, before Rose had arrived to let him in. Having a key would make that so much simpler. Besides... they had known each other for centuries! They were, Crowley hazarded to think it, friends.
The demon sipped from his glass, allowing the wine and the company to further disarm him.
"I'm meant to be a Monster. Fitting for a demon really. Always unforgivable."
Though just a touch of disappointment might have slipped in there as he leaned forward to rest on his knees. It was one thing to be a demon and to be comfortable with that and another to have people constantly reminding you how you could never be anything else. Which despite what Merlin had said about the class had translated to him in that way.
"No idea what I'm actually supposed to do with that. It's not like tempting humans really has any kind of meaning here. There's no one to keep score."
The steam eventually had it's way. His glasses kept fogging up and despite efforts to keep the dampness wiped off of them he did eventually have to set them aside next the to wine bottle on the lip of the tub.
"You seem to have worked it out though. At least partly. Already out there trying to inspire people to try out their new powers."
Wasn't the angel's fault that had gone pear-shaped.