Clothes
"Crowley dear, have you seen my sweater? I can't find it," called out Aziraphale as he rooted through his wardrobe. He definitely put it in the wardrobe yesterday whilst putting away the laundry.
"Which one?" yelled Crowley in response.
"The cream one with the diamond pattern. Do you know where it is?" he asked. Crowley wandered into the room, wearing a pair of dark jeans and the very sweater Aziraphale was looking for.
"I have no idea," said Crowley with a smirk. He was clearly pulling Aziraphale's leg.
"You're wearing it right now Crowley."
"Am I? Hadn't noticed."
"Give it back," demanded Aziraphale.
"I don't want to," whined Crowley. "It's my favourite sweater."
"It's not even yours!" exclaimed Aziraphale, almost irritated. "How would you feel if I stole your clothes?"
Crowley raised an eyebrow. "You wouldn't have the guts."
Aziraphale squinted a little, threw open the wardrobe doors and pulled out the first thing of Crowley's that he laid his hands on. It wasn't hard to tell their clothes apart as their palettes were so distinct.
He felt the buttery soft leather of the clothing underneath his fingers and realised that he had pulled out a leather jacket. How terribly alternative. Still, Aziraphale was not one to be bested and pulled on the jacket with a flourish.
The shocked expression on Crowley's face was hilarious, as he looked down at the ground. "It looks good on you…" he mumbled quietly.
"Pardon?"
"It looks good on you. You should borrow my clothes more often."
Aziraphale smiled a little as he checked himself out in the mirror. "I hate to admit it, but it is quite the stylish accoutrement. And this is really a silly little fight that we're having dear. Let's put this argument to bed, shall we?"
Crowley nodded. "Why do you always steal my clothes anyway?" asked Aziraphale, as they went to leave the room.
"They smell like you," admitted Crowley. "And it's comforting."
Aziraphale chucked a little at the sudden honesty. There was something strangely relatable about it. Wearing Crowley's jacket fills him with a strange elation and confidence.
Who knew that clothing could have such a huge impact?