Anthony J Crowley: Vaguely Sauntering Downward (_crowley_) wrote in snapthread,
The thing was, they both should have known better by now -- there was no such thing as getting something good for their troubles. Most of the time when one or the other or both of them went out of their way to get down to the root of a problem or to at least question it, there was nothing but discomfort and punishment in payment.
Why should saving the world be any different?
"You ought to date more," Crowley said, because for all that he tried very, very hard to be the coolest thing on the planet, nice shades and all, he really just was an absolute dork sometimes. And puns were fun. Punny. He squeezed Aziraphale's hand anyway, because that was clearly a cue to be laughing.
"I don't know," he said, squinting ahead of them, at the wall they came upon that was tall, tall enough to keep sand from blowing into the town walls behind it, no doubt. "I like a sprawling city. There's something about the confusion and order that comes from it and more confusion yet that just does it for me." The Angel could disagree all he wanted, but Crowley had read the posted hours on his shop door a million times or more.