A/N: Good Omens and just lots of fluff, I suppose? Written out of boredom, continued out of boredom.
Humans say that we've all got our demons. But what if you are a demon? Well, the you've got your angels; Like Crowley. His angel was currently having 'his demons', though. A man was walking around the shop, the bookstore in Soho, with a rather threatening look on his face. Crowley himself was observing the whole spectacle from behind his shades, tucked away in a corner on the sofa, his hands folded around a cup of fresh coffee. After the man had left* the angel sat down next to the demon. "I thought he was never going to leave." Crowley just hummed, girnning.
"Well, I admit that method was a bit... Unorthodox."The demon raised a sceptical eyebrow at the blonde angel. "You don't say, Aziraphale." "- but I can't let them take my store. -" "Obsession." - Surely they'd understand. Well, at least I hope so. I tried the gentle way but they wouldn't listen. They are like children."
The angel rubbed his forehead, uttering a sigh in annoyance as well as exhaustion. Not that he could get tired. "Well, I'm not giving you a massage." Crowley quirked a brow and shrugged his shoulders at the surprised expression on the other man's face. "I wasn't implying- Oh, dear." Frankly, the demon was fairly sure the cup of hot chocolate hadn't been there earlier. A serpentine grin spread across his lips. "You need to let go of the tension, angel." 'Angel' shot him a glare but the dark-haired demon continued, a little plan nestling itself in his brain. "Did you know thes vessels are not stress resistant." Aziraphale knew, apparently, because he didn't look as impressed as Crowley had imagined.*** "Of course I do." He took a sip, a pause occuring much to Crowley's annoyance. "But what is your point?"
* Which happened with a lot of "You're insane!" and "I'm going to warn the police!"**
** Which they forgot to do immediately after they had set foot out of the book store.
*** Crowley knew this from personal experience after having to get a new body before going voluntarily comatose. He wasn't sure if it had been because of the alcohol or because of other, obvious, reasons. The Spanish Inquisition had been particulary stressful.