Aziraphale's new body felt strange. It wasn't until a few days after the Apoco-not that he really noticed, but now that he did it was driving him crazy. Trying to figure out what was different with his new form felt like having an itch that you could just almost scratch, but that evaded your reach every time. He huffed and turned around in front of the floor-length mirror in Crowley's bedroom once more. Everything looked the same on the outside, not a feather out of place, but he had thought the same of his bookshop before finding Adam's additions. He wondered if maybe the problem was with his organs- those would be difficult for an eleven-year-old to create, Antichrist or not. He gave them a quick once-over and tried to remember exactly how many organs the usual human had. He didn't need them, exactly, and could probably just miracle them all away, but he enjoyed having lungs to breathe and a heart that pumped, so he continued to observe them. After a few minutes of mindful observation he noticed...something. It appeared Adam had given him an addition to his body as well as his bookstore, though he couldn't quite make out what this was supposed to be.
He walked over to Crowley's bed, where the demon had been fast asleep, and gently woke him up. Crowley grunted and rolled over before closing his eyes again.
Aziraphale sighed, "Crowley. Crowley, get up. This is important."
"What issss it?" he asked, peeking one golden eye open to look at the angel before him.
"This new form Adam's given me comes with extra organs."
Crowley sat up rubbing his eyes, "Do they hurt?"
"Well, no, not really. It's just a bit odd, isn't it? I can't even tell what they're supposed to be. One looks, well…"
Crowley shrugs, "As long as you can still eat and breathe and live your life does it really matter how many organs you have? It's not like we need them anyway. Miracle a few away if you want and then come back to bed with me."
"Well, it feels a bit rude to miracle away the organs Adam gave me," Aziraphale started, "and, well, they don't hurt as I've said. Maybe I should just keep them? Oh, I don't know! Will you take a look at them?"
With long-suffering sigh and a withering glare that had absolutely no effect on the angel, Crowley got up. "Yes, yes, alright, but after this we go back to sleep, yeah?"
"Crowley, it's 3pm."
"Well, saving the world was hard work; we deserve some rest." Crowley leaned in close to the man's stomach and began to search his body until he found it. "I think...I think Adam gave you a uterus."
"Ah, yes, that's what I thought as well, but there's no exit- it's just there. It isn't really serving a purpose."
Crowley looked him over again. "That seems to be the only thing out of place, at least. How do you think it got there? And are you gonna keep it?"
"I'm beginning to suspect that when Adam separated me from Madame Tracy some of her remained, just not quite the way it's supposed to be. I can't find it in me to fault him though; he did a rather good job putting me together, all things considered." Aziraphale hummed thoughtfully, "And I suppose I will keep it. I'm keeping my appendix, after all, and that doesn't serve much of a purpose either. If either of them become a problem I'll remove them, but for now I suppose they're fine."
"Well!" Aziraphale continued. "With all of that sorted out what say you to a bit of dinner?"
Crowley flopped back onto the bed and groaned. "Angellll."
"Alright. After a quick nap. An hour, tops."
"Two."
Aziraphale smiled and placed a gentle kiss onto the other man's temple before getting into bed. "Alright, two, you absolute sloth."