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[demonicmiracle]

Hey, it's Anthony Crowley. You know what to do, do it with style.

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[buffeted]

[ 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?

[demonicmiracle]

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.]

[buffeted]

[ 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.

[demonicmiracle]

[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.