Chapter Text
For whatever reason, crowley could not sleep. The ginger had tried all his usual tactics: the floor; the ceiling; as well as the north, east, south, and west walls of the bookshop. Still, nothing.
He rubbed his yellow eyes “Nnk”, before snapping his fingers. His appearance changed in an instant. Crowley grinned; his miracles weren’t being blocked anymore. Doing everything the long way had been so impractical. Being a demon and all, generalised laziness should have scored him extra points. he doubted that anyone was counting them now, but old habits die hard.
Crowley picked up a book from one of the shelves. It looked like it had sat in the shop for at least 100 years, the pages where tinted yellow. The thing was in pristine condition. Upon opening it, crowley found that there was nothing was in it whatsoever. He tried again, again, and again.
Through his boredom, he’d thought that Aziraphale’s spirit might possess him, and he would read something. God had other plans.
He slipped the dusty old tomb back into it’s place.
“Crowley!” A sudden surprised voice sounded.
He turned to look at the angel. “Don’t you like it?”
“No no. You look… lovely”
The demon was sporting a red shirt, with black vest and trousers. He had picked cherry red hair for himself, which came down to his shoulders in waves. His face was framed by a fringe and topped off by a yellow bow, and matching buttons for the vest.
Crowley grinned. “I thought you’d still be scared to lie.”
“I am not lying. I- I was just surprised is all.”
“When have you ever been surprised by my changes in style”
Aziraphale stammered. “This time”
“Sure,” he sauntered past, “come on angel, we’ve got someones forsaken book to look at”