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[salutosinedelectat]

Oh, I quite like Sicily.

[ Relief gives way to gentle excitement. They've traveled before, but nothing so ..official? Or, rather, unofficial. Whichever. ]

Oh, and Greece. I haven't been in centuries.

[goodtobebad]

Sure, angel, yeah. Italy, and Greece. Soak up some Mediterranean sun. No work assignments.

[ The tension has already drained from his shoulders, and he can settle again. They can go on holiday. Together. Together. Aziraphale isn't getting tired of him, and he can find new things to do with the angel at his side. ]

Just us.

[salutosinedelectat]

[ The angel is so very relieved to see Crowley looking so much better already - and to know the demon doesn't resent him for "holding gim back". Plus, the prospect of a nice holiday, just them, not having to worry about being seen together. Oh, what a delight!

He steps up to Crowley, beaming affectionately.]

Just us.

[goodtobebad]

[ He almost can't handle Aziraphale beaming at him like that. Like it's almost too bright, too much for his eyes to deal with. So he scoffs a bit, shoves his hands in his back pockets (to keep from touching the angel and startling him), saunters around a bit, trying to keep it casual. ]

We'll make sure there are lots of little local restaurants for you to try.

Aziraphale moved into his personal space and he panicked huh

[salutosinedelectat]

[ The angel watches him move about, his smile only fading confusedly for a second.]

Oh, I'm sure there's plenty in the area. We'll just have to try as many as we can.

a true homosexual panic

[goodtobebad]

Yeah, yeah! We'll - go wherever you like. All the restaurants, it'll be great.

[ He's pleased, and also nervous, and really really wants to keep Aziraphale here, with him. This is an odd mix of emotions and Crowley doesn't know what to do with them all, frankly. ]

He went looking for a smooch and the snake ran away…

[salutosinedelectat]

And exploring! I’m sure a lot must have changed since either of us have been there.

[ He hasn't forgotten what spurred this conversation in the first place. He still wants Crowley to feel better in the long run.]

self-sabotage is always in style

[goodtobebad]

Yes - yeah. Exploring.

[ Is that what humans do on holiday? Crowley has no idea, but with the angel by his side, he'll give just about anything a shot. ]

I could maybe pick up some - tips. For my plants. Maybe even a new plant or two.

[salutosinedelectat]

[ He liked exploring. But he usually had to justify why he’d be doing such a thing. And now they just…can.]

Oh, how fun. [ The angel adds, supportively.] Imagine how much your collection could grow.

[goodtobebad]

It'll be too big for my flat, if I'm not careful.

[ He smiles faintly. ]

[salutosinedelectat]

Oh, you have plenty of space in that flat of yours.

[ Aziraphale smiles at him. Then, looks around.]

And if you need some extra space for them, you could always…move them here?

[goodtobebad]

[ Crowley mutters, sputters and scuffs again. ]

Wouldn't want to impose.

[salutosinedelectat]

Consider it an offer.

[ The angel puts it gently. ]

[goodtobebad]

Right. Yeah. I'll, uh. Keep it in mind.

[ Crowley fidgets again, but smiles. ]

Yeah, so, I'll - I suppose you want us to take the train?

[salutosinedelectat]

[ The angel feels the urge to step closer to the demon again, but he stays himself. He'll be more reserved.]

I do like trains. [ He states matter-of-factly.]

But...I'm assuming you'd prefer to take the Bentley?

[goodtobebad]

It'd get us there faster. Got plenty of room in the boot for all your luggage.

[ He rubs at the back of his neck. ]

But I know you like trains.

[ Which is his way of saying that he'll go along with whatever Aziraphale prefers, he just might bitch about it in his usual way. ]

[salutosinedelectat]

Well...

[ He does like trains. But he wants Crowley to be comfortable. And he is the most comfortable behind the wheel of his beloved Bentley.]

We could take the car. If we make plenty of stops.

[goodtobebad]

We could - make it a sightseeing tour. I'll even go slow enough to actually see some sights. Maybe.

[ Now he's back on a bit firmer ground, smiling faintly, sitting back down on the sofa. ]

[salutosinedelectat]

[ Aziraphale smiles brightly, very pleased about this pleasant compromise.]

Sounds perfect. [ He goes and sits on his desk chair again, and the mood in the shop feels lighter, brighter.]

Oh this is so exciting.

[goodtobebad]

[ Yeah it is. Crowley is already looking up potential routes on the GPS on his phone. ]

When should we leave? Tomorrow?

[ He could probably get up and leave now if the angel was willing, but he has a feeling Aziraphale will want to actually pack, or do whatever it is humans do to prepare for a holiday. ]

[salutosinedelectat]

Perfect. I’ll need need to pack some things. I’m sure I have bags somewhere.

[ Crowley assumed correctly, of course.]

Some light reading, of course. Not much need for coats, I bet.

[goodtobebad]

Uh-huh. Light reading.

[ Crowley smirks a bit, falling easily back into his old habits - of ribbing the angel every chance he gets. ]

And have Maggie or someone collect the post while you're gone, eh?

[salutosinedelectat]

Oh yes, excellent point. I do believe I don't have anything of great importance coming in, but, just in case.

[ Before he even finishes that sentence, he's already getting up again and moving towards the dusty computer desk, checking some of his papers. He then looks up, thinking.]

Now where did I put that luggage set?

[goodtobebad]

Upstairs? That's where you keep all the stuff you never use.

[salutosinedelectat]

Right! Right.

[ Now he’s rather giddy and a bit flustered, thinking about all the things he should do before they depart. He takes a few false start steps, muttering some lists under his breath.]

Alright, I should. Get to all of that.