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[ Its a video call of one Anthony J. Crowley stepping out of a posh building eating a vanilla and chocolate swirled cone. ]

When you think about it sixty-five million isn't really so much to ask for a place like this in the middle of New York. Especially with all those terraces. Parking space for two cars. Concierge. More bedroom space than I'll ever need. And... ha! This might be the best part!

[ He laughed and attached a quick image to the post. ]

They don't want to take that painting with them so it would come with the place! You're an art restorer, what do you think of it, Mr. Fell? Cheeky piece. It's a bit like that play we saw last week, the one where you got all annoyed with me for magically upgrading our seats. I didn't hear you complaining when we ended up with that private box though did I?

[ He paused for a thoughtful lick of chocolate before it ran down the cone. ]

I never even dreamed of owning a place like this one before so of course I signed. What is the point of magic if you can't indulge?

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[ Cursing about things was what he did... between living life at ninety miles and hour. When things didn't make sense drama ensued. Alec's calm acceptance of all of this was maddening and more than deserving of a glare. ]

You can't be ok with that? Don't you want to, I don't know, throw something??

And what good would that do? Anyway-- it's fine. [it wasn't. Not even a little] I don't have any more choice than you.

So that's how it is.

[ His lips curled into a sly grin as they worked their way over the rim of his own glass, taking a sip of that brilliant red liquid while his eyes never left Fell's. ]

You would rather be slowly tempted, led innocently down my garden path?

So what? You're allowed to be mad about it! Scream if you want, get sloppy drunk! This resigned acceptance sucks!

[ It was too much like those memories of Alec's. Him standing on some lonely beach which he hated anyway, with a dead kid, waiting for the cops... ]

[He smiled, looking down and back with a flutter of his lashes, watching the lines of Anthony's throat as he swallows his wine.]

I rather would. Better to savor the experience.

[he gives his cousin a dry look]

Last time I got sloppy drunk because I was angry I ended up in hospital.

[because he was just that much of a burden]

Look you worry about you, let me worry about me. You're angry enough for the both of us.

Some more than others, I think, but yeah. We'll get through.

[He seems... a little hesitant? She frowns just a bit, concerned and not sure whether to push.]

What, worried that you'll have a lot more excitement? Or that your pockets will turn out to be deeper than expected? [A beat, before she remembers what they were initially talking about.] In, uh, the figurative sense, not the literal one. We kinda established that already.

[Jack frowns trying to put into words what he's been feeling around Alec and Anthony]

It's weird but....I feel like I know you but I know I don't and you make me nervous and I don't know why.

[ He tilted his wine glass, giving the liquid a tantalizing swirl, just to remind that it was there for the taking. ]

Like a fine wine, you might say? You could take a sip, swish it around on your tongue, taste the bouquet. Spicy, with just a hint of some hidden dark vanilla secret.

I've had some one tell me that before.

[ Mr. Fell.. and although he doesn't say it hearing Jack mirroring what Fell said sent a chill right down his spine. ]

Old boyfriend maybe?

[ He remembered that. It had been horrible. Finding Alec in such a near-death state riding around on the bloody subway like a hobo. Anthony paled almost instantly and walked that comment back with a splutter.]

Never want to do that again. Forget I said anything.

The problem is you won't worry about you! You'll do that annoying oppressed martyr thing instead of speaking up and actually saying everything isn't alright. It doesn't make you weaker to lean on other people now and then.

Are you describing yourself or the wine?

[He moved closer, taking Anthony's own glass from his hand and bringing it to his lips. Aziraphale inhaled the scent of the wine, swirled it in the bowl of the glass, and then very slowly and deliberately tipped the glass for a sip, eyes falling closed with the enjoyment of the drink.]

[ His fingers were brushed as his glass was so blatantly stolen leaving him feeling wistful for another accidental meeting. The slow closing of Aziraphale's eyes as he enjoyed the wine called to him like a siren, and he watched with a newfound intensity every line and muscle of his angel's face. ]

The evening is young yet, maybe you will find out.

[ Anthony's attention shifted ever so slightly back towards the cupcakes. He had the plates right there and could very easily serve Fell one. For some reason he was having the strangest desire to watch him eat cake. ]

Ready for something to eat with your wine?

Eeeeh, excitement is fine I like excitement. I'd really like to get that car I keep seeing in my dreams! I would need those deep pockets to even look at a car like that. Bentleys are not cheap.

Its everything that comes along with those deep pockets I'm worried about. More powers, more downsides to having those powers, what if... I suddenly have this incredible urge to go suck out some one's soul?

[He did a poor job of concealing his smile behind the rim of the glass. How promising that offer sounded. Nothing would ever be quite so intense as having Anthony's sole focus on him. But the question had him shifting gears from his own mild attempts at being alluring, to a charmed little wiggle at the suggestion of dessert. He grinned and put the glass down.]

Oh! Yes, let's. We should get to them before some little devil manages to steal all the frosting off them.

[Jack thinks about it for a long moment. The phrase feels right in a weird way.]

Maybe.....it feels like the right solution and yet...not.

This whole situation is just too much sometimes.

[ Ever coy Aziraphale's partially hidden smile spoke as strongly to Anthony's heart as the wiggle and he was already scooping one of the sinful treats out of the box and onto a serving plate before the comment about the frosting was even fully spoken. It was a valid concern, one he smirked at being called out for as it definitely was something he might do. ]

I had a dream about you the other day.

[ He internally grimaced as that sounded to him like one of those opening gambits you hear people with no game using but... it was true so he delivered the plated cupcake to Aziraphale's side of the small table and sauntered bravely on. ]

Rome. Not sure of the year. I was in a dour mood, looking to get myself absolutely bevvied, only when I looked around there you were... asking if I was still a demon. You weren't put off when I snapped at you. In fact...

[ He reached across the table to snag that abandoned wine glass for a quick nip. ]

You tried to tempt me to join you for oysters.

[ Anthony expression blossomed into a warm teasing grin. ]

So much for that, 'Angel's are too good to tempt people', myth. They can slip up now and then, do a bit of tempting on their own.
Unfortunately I woke up after that. I never did find out what happened after you chatted me up.

You have no idea... I was human before all this started then I find out I'm actually a demon with two potential past life boyfriends.

[ Or something like that. It was confusing enough to frown over. ]

I'd say maybe you were one of Alec's old flames only I've never seen him date anyone.

[The line would be cheesy, of course, if they hadn't had valid context for 'dreaming' of each other. Frankly, though, Anthony might well have led with 'I had a dream about you' or 'Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven' or any other such cliche, and Aziraphale would still think he was incredibly charming. Anthony could trip and fall on his face and he would still somehow manage to make it look cool and intentional, Aziraphale was sure of that.]

Oh, Rome. [Despite the historical reference of at least one of their memories, he pictured a modern Rome. And didn't that sound romantic, running into your demonic boyfriend in Rome, for oysters. (And Paris. For crepes.) My, they did get around though didn't they.]

I'm quite sure what happened after was that I took you to eat oysters. Or to watch me eat oysters, as you're wont.

Hardly counts as a temptation, really. Not when it's something you'd do willingly.

[He went to take a bite of his cupcake to make his point about the watching, and second-guessed it, regretting the whole idea because cupcakes were never graceful things to eat in front of someone who you'd like to look at least a little bit attractive to. He did not have Anthony's sense of effortless finesse. He put the cupcake down with a slight frown, feeling a bit betrayed by the treat.]

I may need a fork. [Had Anthony even unpacked those yet?]

Because I hate it. Because that's all I become to people. Someone to be cared for. Just an invalid. I hate it. Can you just let me take care of my own problems without hovering over me?

Thats not how it works. It doesn't make you an invalid to accept an invite to lunch now and then or to talk about whats been going on.

Anyway I wasn't hovering I was looming. I imagine demons do a great deal of looming.

I already told you. You want me to get pissed about it. [and he was starting to]

And shut up about the demon thing. Just... stop. If that's who you are, fine. But will you stop going on bout what demons do.

If I tried any and wasn't just a spectator they would have been my first oysters.

[ That felt significant in some way, sharing a first with Aziraphale. Though some how maybe it wasn't the first 'first'. It might have been one in a series of 'firsts'. But before his mind could wander too far down that rabbit hole there was the problem of the fork. ]

Fork? For a cupcake? Most people just eat them like a monster...

[ Anthony thought to stand though and made his way into the mini kitchen of the house. It was nothing at all fancy but he brought back the plastic fork like it was a prized treasure. ]

I haven't moved much in yet. the only things here are the items that wouldn't fit into the old owners new smaller place. They were downsizing. I'll have to pack tomorrow, see about selling off the old place.

You don't have to get pissed, just show some kind of feeling about it. I... don't want to see you resigned to it.

[ Anthony glanced away, suddenly finding the wall opposite a more understandable companion. If you are a demon, fine, but don't talk about it. What if talking about what demons do was who he was? It certainly came naturally enough. ]

[he sighed and ruffled that ginger hair. Not petting. Just ruffling]

I'm tired of feeling things.

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