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[lunchbreaks]

characters: Aziraphale and Crowley
location: At the park
date/time: 9/18 for lunch
content: A long overdue picnic, with a surprise meteor shower
warnings: Y'all it's gonna be cute. Hiss hiss fall in love.

Aziraphale had spent the last two days off and on making a spread for the picnic that he'd promised he'd take Crowley on before their little boat hijacking plot, so the fact that there were falling stars everywhere was just a nice little bonus. "Ah," he had said, as they headed out, straw basket full of goodies with a gingham blanket covering it tucked under one arm. "I wonder what that's all about."

Now, on the dark green lawn of the park, somewhere by the pagoda with the ice cream cart in plain view, Aziraphale throws the blanket open and places a rock on one corner and a bottle of wine on the other to weigh it down. He pulls out a few wrapped cheeses, some crackers, dried apricots, walnuts he'd cracked himself that morning, extremely terribly made pork pies, and eton mess that had, at one point, aspirations as a pavlova.

And, of course, some awful red table wine that would taste better once poured, as long as Aziraphale got to touch it first. "It is beautiful," he remarks, looking up at the sky. "Were you in the Americas for the Leonid storm in 1833? I was. It's a bit like that."

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[sauntered_downward]

"I promise," Crowley says. "I'll stick to the plan. We'll get through this."

He wants to prove it to Aziraphale, but the only way to do that is to get to next week, to get to their plan.

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He knows in his heart that he'll be disappointed in two weeks, but he does have to believe.

"Oh, that's right. Have you seen the museum?" he asks.

[sauntered_downward]

"No?" Crowley says. "What museum?"

Easy to fall back into a walk between them, to try to eliminate the sudden, intimate moment they'd almost had a moment before.

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"Ah, there's a museum up the road, let's go take a visit," he suggests, starting to head in that direction, completely forgetting about how Crowley's face looked so very close to his own.

Thank goodness it's dark, or it might betray the pink on his cheeks.

[sauntered_downward]

Crowley nods, and follows the angel easily.

"Have you been?" he asks. He doesn't think about what almost happened back there, or, at least, doesn't think much about it. What could have happened.

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"Once, just for that time we were all supposed to take selfie pictures. I didn't have much time to look around, and I thought maybe we could do it together."

He doesn't take Crowley's hand this time. That might be dangerous.

[sauntered_downward]

"Do you still have that one of us?" he asks, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "That one we took?"

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"Oh yes, of course. I have plenty of us, I hit the button a few too many times. Why?"

He pulls out his device. "Would you like to take another one?"

[sauntered_downward]

Crowley considers saying no. After all, it's a silly thing, isn't it? The selfie was his invention, to prey on pride in people. But there's something wonderful about having a photograph of the two of them together. All these years as friends and until now, there had never been proof.

"Yes, all right," he says. He takes a step towards the angel again and poses, because of course he does.

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Aziraphale, meanwhile, takes several pictures of them, most of which are blurry, two of which somehow manage to not have Crowley in them at all despite the fact that he does have the front-facing camera on.

He's blinking in one.

His mouth is open agog in another.

All in all, none of these selfies are good.

[sauntered_downward]

"Angel, stop. Stop. Give it to me."

He reaches up to take the device from the angel's hand. "I'm good at this, just...trust me. Hang on a minute."

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"Okay," he says, and poses. He tries to do the tongue thing again, where he sticks it out and tries to wave it around, but it really just makes him look vaguely froglike.

[sauntered_downward]

Crowley has to bite his own tongue to keep from bursting into laughter. He holds the camera out, wrapping an arm around the angel to hold him close enough to get them both in the shot.

"Try just---don't do the tongue thing. Really, don't."

[lunchbreaks]

"Oh, alright," he says, and opts for a smile instead. It's big and bright and sugar-sweet.

[sauntered_downward]

Crowley tries on a bad-boy pout, which he focuses on for the camera. At about the point where he's going to hit the button on the camera, his eyes drift down to the smiling angel, and he drops the pose for just a second, and his smile is more natural and fond. Stupid happy angel. His best friend.

Click.

[lunchbreaks]

Aziraphale arcs an arm around Crowley and laughs fondly, reaching over to touch the camera to take another picture of them.

That one also turns out like trash, but it catches Aziraphale's laughter.

[sauntered_downward]

Crowley lets out a laugh of his own. This is what it's like, isn't it? Two friends just...being friends together. Sharing a stupid piece of technology in the park.

They won't have this back on Earth.

He pushes that down and tries not to think about it.

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No, he wants to soak up all the time he has with Crowley here, make the most out of being able to spend time with him like this.

"Ah, to the museum, before it closes," he says, fully knowing that it won't and that nothing is really closed for the two of them, anyway.