"oh dear. it's rather cold, isn't it... i can't seem to get the heat to come on, i'll have to call the electrical in the morning." frowning at the unusual chill in the bookshop, aziraphale draws his own coat tighter around himself, then looks at crowley — much thinner, more wiry, && much more likely catch a chill in the cold weather — with concern. "one moment," he says suddenly, turning on his heel && hurrying away to another room, "back in a jiff!"
it takes a moment, rifling through a storage trunk full of clothes he never wears ( what can he say, he's not fond of change, && he quite likes his outfit of choice, thank you very much ) but eventually, he finds what he's looking for, && returns, presenting a deep blue cardigan to crowley with a look of pride that says see! i can come to your rescue, too!
"i'm sorry, it's the darkest thing i own, i'm afraid, but it should keep you from catching a chill." // @azrphl
they'd never admit to it, the way that being the snake of eden meant that they got colder easier. that when it was cold outside it would chill them to the bone. but, unfortunately, aziraphale knows them better than they know themselves. and knows that they would be curled up under that same red blanket that stayed faithfully on the couch in the shop when he finally settled in to the bookshop. gritting their teeth against the chill as aziraphale ran off ... somewhere.
they take the rare moment to blink in surprise at the cardigan that's handed to them. thin as it is it certainly wouldn't hurt to put it on. and the angel looked like he'd be heartbroken if they said no, so they oblige. dropping the blanket from around their shoulders and sliding the cardigan on. surprised that its a bit long in the arms, but it is soft. the angel did love comfort, after all.
❝ 'ss fine, angel. it's not like i can catch a cold or anything. worst thing i'd do is sleep through it -- .... ... ... thank you. ❞ they say, softly, trying not to blush a bit when they realized that despite them never having seen him wear this cardigan, it somehow smelt of his cologne. pulling the sleeves down over the majority of their hands they focus on that instead of the smell that was suddenly surrounding them.
❝ don't let me hog the blanket, if you need it. ❞
