Words:
170, minus the footnote.
Rating:
PG
Pairings:
Crowley/Aziraphale, o' course.
Summary:
Uncommonly good sense.
Disclaimer:
Not mine, etc. Unfortunately.
A/N:
For fanfic100 on LJ, 096. (Writer's Choice, now Confusion.)
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"Do you know," said Aziraphale, "I think I'm going a little crazy."
"Hmm?" said Crowley, who had been dozing under his sunglasses.
"I said, I think I'm going a little crazy."
Crowley sniggered. "Bit late for that, angel."
Aziraphale huffed. "I'm serious, Crowley. Stop being such a bas--fool."
Crowley sighed, and said, "All right, all right. Why do you think you're going crazier? Is it 'you're an angel who thwarted the Apocalypse' again? Or just that you've--" he grinned nastily and grabbed at the angel's hand-- "fallen in with the wilder sort?"
"Crowley," said Aziraphale. "It's not any of those things. Well, not only them. Mostly just that I think one of your plants is . . . twining up my arm."
Crowley looked over the top of his sunglasses and smiled again, light glinting off his teeth. "Then you're not going crazy, angel, unless you've dragged me along with you. Actually," he leaned forward(1), "I think it's just exhibiting uncommonly good sense."
"Oh m--mmph," said Aziraphale. "I--yes. Good."
(1) Well, sideways, at rather an awkward angle. But he managed to convey Predatory anyway. It's one of those demon things.