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Mm, that's him. Jon seems to like him, but I don't think he always treats Jon very well.

[ he leans into his side when crowley joins him, smiles at the description. ] No wonder you like him. He.. suits you. [ he's not sure how else to describe it. ] The two of you look like you.. fit. [ they complement one another well, and martin likes that aziraphale looks.. sturdy? very there, not ethereal or delicate. he seems like the sort of person normal people just like.

he kisses crowley's shoulder a little distractedly, then notices something he'd missed. he plucks up the photo with the ruffled collars and grins, tilting his head up to look properly at the other man. ] Crowley, your beard.

[Considering he still feels sort of wrung out from his earlier conversation, Crowley doesn't want to retread the same ground, so he just hums to show that he's heard and leaves it at that.

It's for the best, anyway, since everything that Martin says next leaves him a bit lost for words. First, he's just flustered and emotional, before it tips into faux indignation. Crowley makes a few useless sounds before he lands on actual words.] That was the fashion! Plenty of men were sporting those sorts of beards, how was I to know it'd seem ridiculous by today's standards.

[ he carefully sets the book and photos back on the coffee table and then loops an arm around crowley's neck, tugging him down to kiss him firmly. ] Well, [ he teases as he releases him, ] I mean, if that was the fashion..

[ his fingers curl in the shorter strands of hair at the other man's nape. ] Thankfully, your hair more than made up for the beard. [ he has such nice waves or curls when he wants them. martin could be jealous if he didn't get the benefit of getting his hands in them. ]

Where was that one taken, by the way? Or.. when, maybe. What were the two of you doing?

Shut up. [The words are mostly lost to the kiss, muttered against Martin's lips in the few seconds Crowley has before he's distracted.

Because he has to steal another kiss, once there's a hand in his hair. That's just the rules.]

Oh, that's at the Globe, must've been early 17th century, we'd both received orders to head up to Edinburgh, so we tossed for it. Don't think he ever realized I cheated on those all the time.

[The coin tosses, that is.]

[ those are the rules, and martin would never dream of breaking the rules. he hums contentedly into the kiss, but lets crowley pull back to explain the photo.

the admission of cheating makes martin gasp in mock-astonishment. ] Oh, how positively demonic. For shame. [ had aziraphale not realized, or had he just let crowley win? ] I think..

[ he trails off, glancing at the photos again. ] I hope he'd like me. I mean, if I were ever to meet him. I-- I wouldn't want him to come here any more than I want anyone to be trapped here. But.. I mean, if things had been different. Were different.

[He could point out that he had an angel doing his dirty work, tempting someone to steal, but there's enough lingering anxiety from having discovered the photos exist.]

All you'd have to do is bake something for him and you'll be his favourite human. [Sort of a joke, sort of absolutely the truth. But in the interest of proper reassurance, he adds:] You're easy to like, can't imagine any reason he'd not be as fond of you as I am.

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