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[nny]

"I changed my brand of tea, last week."

"Well bully for you." Again, the faintly hurt expression, although Crowley couldn't for the life of him figure out why. It wasn't usually this easy to get under his skin.

"Did you even notice?"

"I – what? Tea's tea, angel. What does it matter which brand it is?"

"Precisely my point."

"You're doing this deliberately, aren't you? Thwarting's ineffective, so you've decided to send me completely 'round the – "

"You can tell the difference between wines, of course, although I suspect you choose more by price list than anything." He was continuing as if Crowley hadn't even spoken, and the demon suppressed a swift and entirely childish urge to push him off the tree stump. The thought of seeing him flailing among the moss and mud was getting ever more attractive. "Have you ever stopped and taken a moment to isolate the hint of woodsmoke, or the hint of citrus?"

"If this is a suggestion," Crowley threatened, waving a finger in Aziraphale's face, "that I stop and smell the roses, I will be forced to take drastic measures." He wasn't exactly sure of what the measures might be, just yet, but suspected they might involve matches.



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Entirely gratuitous comment-trawling entry. I am seriously bored, here, and I'm supposed to be tidying my room only I'd rather be writing only there is guilt. If there are comments to answer, less guilt. See the logic?

You may have to look kinda closely.

Comments

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

I like this conversation about tea! I want to see more! *intrigued*

But, uh, guilt is insidious and evil, I know. XD

[villainny.livejournal.com]

From a little earlier:

A small cup steamed faintly on the table and the demon shook his head, unable to bite back his grin – mad dogs might go out in the midday sun, but it was the province of Englishmen alone to drink tea in it. He raised his voice slightly.

"Don't you worry the stock'll go missing if you leave the door open like that?"

Aziraphale's face appeared around the kitchen door, round and flushed, his hair curling damply against his forehead. He appeared relatively cheerful, strangely, and more than pleased to see him – Crowley reserved judgement as to whether or not that was a good thing.

"Only now you're here, my dear."

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So many things I should be doing, starting with getting dressed and moving on from there. Soon. Honest.

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

Heart!

I look forward to seeing this when it's done. :D

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

*distracts, on way to class*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Oooh, Bigger had some like that! Purple and orange and green, only I think they're all broken now. Supposed to be used for tea, I think, but white wine is so much more tempting to the average student. XD

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

Dude, first person to get me Moroccan glass (or, for that matter, Moroccan tea) wins three quarters and my proverbial hand in marriage.

[indy-go.livejournal.com]

That is fabulous. And as a side note, I wish Americans said 'bully for you.' I do adore it. *hearts*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*grins* It is a marvellous phrase, and terribly archaic. So. Perhaps Crowley would not say it, only he's not really as modern as he thinks he is. *rationalises*

[indy-go.livejournal.com]

No, I think that's right on. The man drives a Bentley, for heaven's sake.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*grins*

Thankye kindly, dahling.

How's the thesis?

[indy-go.livejournal.com]

Welp, slowly over the past few days, given that I spent most of my waking hours between Friday and now shepherding my parents and their friends around town. *exhausted* But I have the whole of today off. I have high hopes. :D

[dramawench.livejournal.com]

That was fabulous :D I think you need to write Aziraphale's reaction to being pushed in the mud, cause that would be too funny.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*giggles*

Oh lord, don't tempt me. He's not going to push him off the stump... but he will push him up against the Bentley, later, if that's any consolation...

[dramawench.livejournal.com]

*tempts*

Oooo, yes. That will definitely make work more bearable, if I have that to look forward to later :D

But I still think Crowley should push him off cause then they will be covered in mud and he'll have to take off his shirt and could lead to Bentley activities, right? :D

[vimeslady.livejournal.com]

Ohhh... I can't wait!

[quean-of-swords.livejournal.com]

That last line makes me all warm in side.

You know, matches. Fire. Hilarity ensues.

*blinks*

Never mind. *toddles off to German Class, even though rather be installing new Wacom tablet*

[soupytwist.livejournal.com]

That is so terribly cute. *loves*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Are you not on AIM?

[soupytwist.livejournal.com]

I was not! But I can be in... say half an hour?... if you'd like. :)

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Yes pliss!

[ygrane.livejournal.com]

*Does Yoga to entertain the Nnychan~>*

[flyakate]

Lovely little bits of tension that yearn towards resolution (against the Bentley?) I like that Aziraphale draws the connection between wine and tea. I know have this great mental image of a tasting of both that... leads to other activities. *snerk*

More please?