Disclaimer: Playing with toys that aren't mine.
Role Reversal
The bell on the door
startled Aziraphale; he had not been expecting anyone today. He
enjoyed Hallowe'en; customers were rare at best and children had such
vivid imaginations. Plus, he quite enjoyed giving apples to the
tykes(1).
Leaving his
cocoa and much-loved book on the table, he walked into the front--
only to stop short. Aziraphale heard himself make funny noises in the
back of his throat(2).
The
intruder grinned.
"You like my costume, angel?" The
demon asked, gesturing to his white suit, fake feathered wings, and
plastic halo(3).
"Ahh...
it's, hmm, very... sacrilegious, my dear," Aziraphale
spluttered.
"That's what I hoped you'd say," Crowley
murmured, and his grin, if anything, grew wider as he sauntered
closer(4).
"Er,"
was all Aziraphale could get out before the almost-angel reached
him...
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1: As an angel, he was wired to mistake glares
of disdain for looks of gratitude. It made the job infinitely
easier.
2: Imagine a cat coughing up a hairball made of
indignation and disbelief.
3: Crowley had deeply considered a fake
harp, but ended up not getting one because of the effort it would
have taken to carry it around. He forgot to take into effect the
bonus of being able to use it as a melee weapon.
4. It was more
like approach with undemonlike nervousness, but don't tell Crowley.