Anthony J Crowley: Vaguely Sauntering Downward (_crowley_) wrote in snapthread,
Hosting wasn't that hard anyway - there was space plenty, and coming across supplies and food wasn't remarkably difficult for either of them, even if they usually went about it the old fashioned sort of way. Dealing with the occasional bad dream? That wasn't hard either, at least not on a physical level because neither of them technically needed to sleep. Even if Crowley had made a grand hobby out of taking naps, simply because he enjoyed them.
Crowley snorted over the reminder of the party -- how Aziraphale thought that had gone well was beyond him, but it didn't feel worth bringing up just now anyway. The Angel would do as he liked, just like he always had, even when things were a bad idea. Really. Crepes in the middle of the French Revolution. "Everyone likes a miracle," he said with a lazy, one shouldered shrug, before he lost interest in the conversation, because kissing was better on levels unexplainable. Because Aziraphale's lips were always so soft and his hands firm and gentle in equal parts and because Crowley loved taking what he was given and then taking even more yet. So he leaned in further to the kiss, front teeth sinking playfully into Aziraphale's bottom lip.