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[temptationaccomplished]

Readying a not-at-all-apologetic Very sorry, but we're closed, Aziraphale adjusted his spectacles and poked his head out from around the shelf of poetry he had been inventorying. Given the holiday, he had expected to find a couple out for a stroll, especially with such nice weather for this time of year. Instead his scowl dissolved into a delighted smile at the sight of Crowley crossing the rotunda. Did they have plans? He didn't remember setting a date. Was it dinnertime already?

"Crowley!" He straightened his waistcoat and dusted off his sleeves as he came to greet the demon. "I hope you haven't been causing too much trouble for the young lovers." Aziraphale frowned and glanced out the window, then down to his pocket watch. "It...is February, isn't it? I'm afraid time may have gotten away from me."

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[saunteringsnek]

Yes Crowley is very much aware of the date and the stock that humans put in it. Does he care? Not at all. He simply happened to be in the area with an old book of poems Aziraphale had been pining for and a good bottle of wine, that's all.

A rolled shoulder at the question, "No more than usual." And this time of year it was almost too easy to stir up trouble.

"I brought these for you."

[temptationaccomplished]

And it's perfectly natural for Crowley to show up with gifts or evening plans for them, so far be it for Aziraphale to presume anything about the nature of the day. That would be suggesting certain four-letter words which a particular serpent is a tad allergic to.

"You wily old demon," he tsks, not even properly admonishing the trouble-making as he accepts the gifts with the flattered, delighted little smile of an angel used to being spoiled and indulged.

"For me? Oh, you shouldn't have; I haven't even gotten you anyth--" He stops his happy bustling about and gives an astonished gasp as he lovingly cradles the poetry. "Crowley, where did you find this? I have been looking for centuries!"

[saunteringsnek]

The gifts always help the angel overlook any trouble he might have stirred up on his way to the shop. Really it wasn't even that much, minor annoyances created out of force of habit rather than any real sense of malice.

Crowley rolls a shoulder at the pleased reaction, ignoring the way that the angel's pleased smile warms him. "Picked it up about a week ago." He doesn't have to mention that he's been on the hunt for that very specific book for ages as well, does he? No. No he does not.