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[goodtobebad]

You can have any hobby you want! You could... I dunno, knit, or something!

[ Crowley gives him the most skeptical look. ]

And when was the last time you went to a proper social event? That wasn't the birthday party of the kid we thought was the Antichrist?

[goodoldfashioned]

[He thinks it over, then admits.]

Only the once. But we'll be prepared if it ever comes up again!

[He beams.]

Though knitting doesn't sound so bad.

[goodtobebad]

I could at least make use of a good knitted cozy.

[goodoldfashioned]

For the kettle?

[What else needs cozies?]

[goodtobebad]

[ Crowley raises his eyebrows. ]

No, for - for me. Snakey-me. In winter.

[ He gets so cold. ]

[goodoldfashioned]

Oh! [He gets it now!] Oh, of course. And perhaps a scarf for not-snakey you, too?

[He's been convinced. It can't be too difficult to learn to knit, can it?]

[goodtobebad]

Sure.

[ He smiles faintly. Anything. Anything, but more magic tricks. ]

[goodoldfashioned]

Well, it's still going to take some time to learn the skills involved. So! In the meantime...

[Big grin.]

Pick a card?

[goodtobebad]

[ Crowley groans dramatically. The things he does for this angel.

But he draws a card. ]

[goodoldfashioned]

Thank you, dear.

Now I'll just shuffle the deck again....

[Whoops, almost lost some cards again. There we go, all sorted now.]

And you place the card back, er, wherever you like I suppose?

[He fans the cards out, so there's good spots to choose from.]

[goodtobebad]

This is so stupid.

[ So, so stupid. Crowley sighs, and sticks the card back in the deck. ]

[goodoldfashioned]

Oh, honestly, it's hardly that bad, is it? Now---

[Shuffle shuffle. He presents a card.]

Is this your card?

[It isn't, because the actual card chooses this moment to flop out of his coat sleeve onto the table.]

[goodtobebad]

Angel...

[ Crowley groans again, tilting his head back. ]

Please, enough.

[goodoldfashioned]

[He grins, somehow both a little embarrassed and a lot proud of himself.]

I managed to get the sleeves bit right this time around. I call that progress.

[:D]

Really, Crowley, you needn't make such a fuss.

[goodtobebad]

At least we're not in public, I guess. I just don't want to encourage you.

[goodoldfashioned]

Then I suppose I'll just have to keep encouraging myself.

[goodtobebad]

I mean, there are so many more things I should be encouraging you to do. If I was doing my actual job, I should be encouraging you to more vices. Gluttony - okay I've never needed to encourage you to that one. Sloth. You really should take more naps, angel.

[goodoldfashioned]

It'd be very diligent of you, which would count as encouraging a virtue on my part. Sounds like an elegant trade-off to me.

[goodtobebad]

Another way to cancel each other out? [ Crowley grins a bit and then puts on his best temptation face. ]

Take a nap with me, angel.

[goodoldfashioned]

[He turns it over in his mind, then smiles broadly.]

I suppose I can't see the harm in it. Naps away!

[He guesses he ought to make room on the couch for him? That's how this whole... napping thing works, right?]

[goodtobebad]

What, really?

[ Crowley actually looks a little surprised at the ease with which Aziraphale agreed to that. ]

[goodoldfashioned]

Is there a reason why not?

[Curious.]

Besides, all I have to do is close my eyes for a bit. Nothing too strenuous there.

[goodtobebad]

I just... didn't think you were interested in sleep.

[ He clears his throat unnecessarily. ]

And, you know. Resisting temptation and all...

[goodoldfashioned]

I'm not all that interested in using the telephone, but it's still something that occasionally happens. I suppose sleep is the same way.

[He continues thinking about this.]

But I don't have my night shirt here, so perhaps the point is moot? Or, well, you could nap and I could read a bit in the meantime.

[goodtobebad]

Sleeping is actually pleasurable.

[ Now Crowley is overthinking it, too. Thanks, angel. ]

That would defeat the purpose of me tempting you into sloth, though, wouldn't it?