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Oh, and here I thought you were an actual fallen angel. I'm a little disappointed now. You were the snake, weren't you? Slithering around.

Nah. I think it's adorable anyway. You've lost your touch as the original sin, though. Or the angel is very angelic.

[ Now, there's an idea. For once, Mr. original sin, there might be interesting drinking company. ]

First of all, I didn't fall as such, I just sort of

[Slight delay.]

...sauntered vaguely downwards. Who do you think the serpent was before the garden? I wasn't just slithering about completely idle, I was busy with other things. Though before Adam and Eve it was more boring, I'll give you that. I've not lost anything, thank you very much. I can still tempt just as well as I did way back when, and then some.

[r u d e]

Sauntered vaguely downward? That's what you're calling it?

I'm impressed by your lack of dramatics. I always thought it was sort of a thing that you need to have in heaven, all brass horns and pillars of light.

So, let me get this right. You were the snake but also an angel? You were a winged thing before you crawled on your stomach?

Honestly it sounds more like you're just comfortable pretending that you're tempting.

[ No h i l a r i o u s. That's what you are. ]

Oh Heaven's all about the theatrics; everything's either wonderful and pure and flawless or terrible and wrathful and flaming swords and old testament style destruction. All a bit OTT if you ask me. I was an Angel before, yes - it's not that complicated. I just got in with the wrong crowd and before I knew it I'd fallen, and given orders to go make some trouble in the garden. That's where the whole snake bit comes in. I'm comfortable in the knowledge that I don't have to prove my tempting skills to shadow-hopping crash test dummies in order to know they're there.

Oh, burn.

Burn. Too harsh, Snake.

But I'd so love to see you tempt? Is there any way that could be a thing?

Oh, I'm sorry - that was insensitive. I meant shadow-catapulting crash test dummy. Let me think for a minute

[About half an hour later.]

No.

Gosh, you totally hurt my feelings.

Is that what I am to you? I thought we had a connection.

Please, don't be a dick, Crowley. It doesn't suit you.

I'm starting to get the feeling you're not being sincere. I can promote you to 'upright roadkill' if you'd prefer; that'd be a shorter name in my contacts at any rate. And besides, I always thought you and my car made a much more solid connection

[The fact that he feels like he has to answer him with 'I am TOTALLY a dick, what're you talking about, I kick puppies and everything' really says a lot about how undemonic he's become.]

It's sort of what I'm meant to do; you could at least try and play along.

Edited (Missed a bit, sorry!) 2017-01-18 20:20 (UTC)

Are you trying to call me a liar now? What is this abuse I'm hearing coming from you?

Now, your car, there is a badass. I am thinking of inviting him on a second date.

Ah. Truly sorry, mate.

Let me rephrase myself, I'm truly terrified of your blacker than black soul and all the evil things you could unleash upon me. I got you. It's hard to keep up the rep. I could scream too if you think that'd be good for your street cred.

I wouldn't have to try very hard, but no, I'm not. I'll say this now, the Bentley goes nowhere without a chaperone. Namely me. Aah, there we go; I can feel the respect from my superiors just oozing from the atmosphere.

What a relief.

Gosh, you are such a protective daddy. I wish mine was just as protective.

I bet you do! I work hard for your benefit after all.

Damn right; that, and it wouldn't run without me behind the wheel, so your date would have to be held in a parking space in Mayfair. Your efforts are thoroughly appreciated. Do remind me to find you a gold star from somewhere the next time I see you.

"What a romantic place for a date. The scent of gasoline and feel of black asphalt.

That sounds pretty low maintenance from you. I'm supposed to remind you about my own rewards.

That's me; the one with the best date ideas. Practically Cupid. You don't know, they could be rather large gold stars.

I can see that. Fat little angel in a loin cloth.

Oh, now you tempt me with shinies. You know that is actually pretty evil.

Hey now, Aziraphale is neither little nor in the habit of wearing loin cloths. Much more partial to jumpers.

[it's funny because he knows that's not what he meant.]

I do try.

Edited (braCKETS) 2017-01-31 23:23 (UTC)

That is a mouthful. Your boyfriend's name.

Who says loin cloths don't go well with jumpers, mate? Not I.

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