I don't own any of the characters from Good Omens. That honor belongs to Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett alone.
The day was bright, sunny, and warm, not at all the kind of day you'd expect from the Apocalypse(1).That's not to say no one thought it might be coming, because there were several conspiracy theorists who were hell-bent on it, but everyone who had a firm grasp on reality was sure it was going to be a lovely day(2).
The two people-shaped beings who were most sure of the average innocence of the day were currently feeding ducks(3).
"You don't suppose we should be doing something else?" mused a man-shaped being in a ridiculous tartan sweater.
His companion, dressed far more elegantly in a black suit(4) and ever-present sunglasses, shrugged in a way that suggested he was not really listening.
"Nah." Crowley, the Tempter of Man, said with another shrug. "Unless you've run out of bread."
The style-inpaired angel, known as Aziraphale, rummaged in the paper bag he brought. "Not yet."
"Good."
"We are out of wine, though."
Crowley looked over at the Aziraphale. "Get some more, then."
"Haven't you had enough, dear?" Aziraphale said, raising an eyebrow.
The demon grinned crookedly(5),shaking his head.
"No such thing, angel."
The former guardian of the east gate of Eden sighed, then used his perfectly manicured nails to throw some more rediculously expensive bread in the general direction of the ducks. "Don't you have some traffic lights to blow out or something?"
"What's this? You, telling me to spread discord?"
"I'm telling you to do your job, dear."
Crowley's yellow eyes peeked over his sunglasses. "My job is making your job more difficult. So, I am doing my job."
Aziraphale threw the last of the bread to the ducks, who by now had moved over to a shady looking figure on the other side of the pond(6).
"Fair enough." The angel said, shrugging.
(1): Mk 2.
(2): It was going to be lovely weather, but a rotten day overall.
(3): The most sure in Tadfield, you understand.
(4): A suit that would have looked tacky on just about anyone else.
(5): One of the only ways a demon can smile.
(6): A shady, lurking figure glaring at Crowley.
