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[demonicmiracle]

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

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[demonicmiracle]

[He'd thought it best not to answer that one too truthfully.]

Yes, well, nah — I'm still a demon, just not doing work for Hell. [He shrugs, polishing off the last of his coffee as he works out how to frame this.] I cocked up the apocalypse, sided with an angel, and killed another demon in a... way that demons aren't supposed to kill. They tried to execute me, failed, and I put the fear of — me, into them. So they'll leave him alone for a while, I hope.

[This is not the entire truth.

He's revealed the full truth to very, very few people. It isn't anything personal against Anne, he just knows how easily information can trade hands, in this place, and he can't risk it, on the slim chance that someone like Hastur or Beez shows up.]

[ofaustria]

[she'll never know the difference.

she does, however, think she recognizes a player on the stage and says:] Your angel? [before nodding along to the rest of it.] I certainly hope they've all learned their lesson.

[the 'anne' way of agreeing with what he's done.]

And I hope they leave you along for a very long time. [a thoughtful smile into her cup.] And that you and your angel live the next several thousand years undisturbed. [a pause.] It sounds like you've both earned it.

[demonicmiracle]

[Crowley gives her a look that clearly says of course it's Aziraphale, because what other angel would it be?]

I'll take a few centuries, think that's the best we'll get before Heaven and Hell try to kick things off again, but... [he shrugs] That's more than I ever thought I'd have.

[ofaustria]

Then I hope you have at least that.

[she gives him a quick smile and finishes the oatmeal before her tea.]

What did you have planned for today?

[demonicmiracle]

[There's a moment of hesitation before answering, but it's just plain old awkwardness, nothing complicated.]

It's, uh — we've sort of been doing this thing, one of us will surprise the other with a date? My turn this time, that's what I'd been practicing scones for. I've got a whole picnic planned, should be a nice afternoon.

[Even better now they've sorted out some issues and there's not lingering background anxiety.]

[ofaustria]

You made a lovely scone. I may have. [she attempts to look somewhat prim.] Indulged a bit much last night, but I do remember the scone. It was very good.

[okay, she might be guessing at the taste. last night, she probably would have eaten a pebble and thought it tasty. but she does remember eating it!]

And since you have plans, I won't keep you. [easing off her chair, she gives him a somewhat tender smile.] Though I know you're not fond of them, you do have my thanks. Not many would have been as kind to me as you were last night.

[demonicmiracle]

That's certainly one way to put it.

[His answering smile is indulgent, too, and he rises when she does, planning to at least walk her to the door.]

I'll allow the thanks this once, I suppose. Just glad you called me when you did. [Before anything bad happened.] There's a taxi waiting for you downstairs, save you the trek home.