Anthony J Crowley: Vaguely Sauntering Downward (_crowley_) wrote in snapthread,
Aziraphale always looked at him a bit like he was trying to figure out the world's greatest mystery. Crowley, of course, loved it because he loved attention from the angel in whatever format it was given. But it was nice to know that eyes were on him and only him. It was a good feeling. Even if, really, Crowley didn't think much of anything he did was a mystery. He just liked kids. They were, for the most part, innocent and had very little choice about what happened to them when they were young.
"Hm," he said, taking another sip of his wine before sitting up enough to set it down and then slither into standing. "Would it bother you?" He asked, even though he knew it wouldn't. Aziraphale never quite had a problem saying when there were problems.
He crossed the little space between them before settling himself in Aziraphale's lap because he could do things like that now and get away with it and Crowley was more tactile than what he let on. "I'd probably keep them regardless. They're interesting little misfits." Which he had even more of a soft spot for, it anything.