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asomewhatfestiveangel:
“No.” Voice steely he gave Crowley a stern look. “No no that’s alright. I can’t allow you to possibly injure people. You should know that.” It was tempting however to let him have his fun. Though angels were supposedly unable to get irritated with humanity Aziraphale was coming extremely close to it. Honestly he should just put the closed sign up at this point. "Don’t be ridiculous Crowley. Of course there is nothing good nor evil about the angel food cake. I suppose lunch wont hurt anything.“ It would get him away from the shop and he could just close it for the rest of the afternoon. And it had been a few weeks since Crowley and he had gone out for lunch. "A new book of prophecies. Supposedly by the modern Nostradamus but I’m having my doubts. Total rubbish it seems like so far but I was hoping at least one piece of it was true. Nothing like the Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Angus Nutter.” It was absolutely disappointing. Frankly it was possibly the worst book of prophecy he had ever read and he had read quite a few.
"So the thought doesn't tempt you in the least? Oh, come on, angel. Just admit that it does. I know you have that little hint of a bastard deep down inside you. I've seen it." He grins wickedly, teasing the angel ever so slightly, however he rolls his eyes when the angel entirely misses his sarcasm. He opens his mouth to correct him, but then just shakes his head. Even after a few thousand years, the angel really doesn't get the concept of sarcasm, does he? "Glad I could tempt you away from your book for a moment with the promise of angel food cake." He sits on the edge of the desk, casually looking around as the angel describes what he's reading. A small snort of derision escapes him and he can't help but let out a small laugh at the mention of Nostradamus. "Modern Nostradamus. When will humans realize that the original Nostradamus wasn't all that accurate to begin with? I'll never understand where humans even get these things!"














