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Right, haha, very funny. Break into the place and move shit around... Classic prank material.

[Anthony's spoon clinked against the side of his bowl as he dipped in for another scoop of lemon sherbet. ]

I don't mind the sherbet, it tastes pretty good but this...

[The camera swung around to show off a rather big and heavy looking statue.]

How in the hell did you get this in here?! The wings alone make it impossible to fit through any doorway and it looks heavy. What did you do rent a crane and bring it in through a window? That is dedication to a prank.

Look, I get it, it's funny. Now if you could bring my shit back... At least the dresser and the stuff from the closet! I have a gig at the 48 Lounge later tonight, I need a dinner jacket and being able to dive into my underwear drawer would be nice!

Come on, who have I pissed off lately?

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[ A valiant effort was made not to notice how the spoon lingered so close to the lips but it was impossible. ]

Did you leave this here?

[ The statue gained a new importance as he looked back at it. ]

Interesting choice, evil triumphing over good... and making off with my clothes at the same time... That a hint?

[He turns the spoon upside down and slowly draws it out from between his lips. Seduction takes a backseat though as his eyes light up mischievously.]

Wouldn't that be a clever trick if I did? Presto! [He laughs, giddy with the idea.] Pull up a bed-sheet and suddenly-- [With a theatrical gasp, he enthusiastically pulls a throw-blanket off the couch to reveal a pillow underneath.] POOF! --there's a statue! Maybe your underpants are all up my sleeve, tied together, like that handkerchief trick!

[ He groaned... ~~oh to be the spoon~~... or maybe it was the magic show that had produced the exasperated noise. ]

Do I really have to suffer through a magic show in order to get my boxers back? Where is my dinner jacket... shoved up into a hat some where??

[He gave a little peevish frown. Well, if you're going to be mean about it and not like his magic act...]

A magician never reveals his secrets.

Well unless the magician wants me to head out to the club in a shockingly scant outfit he better consider revealing a few secrets. Then again...

[ An ever so evil smirk at the screen. ]

I'm sure the tips would be amazing if I was sitting there in nothing but a leather jacket.

Oh, honestly. You're a menace to society. [As if he wasn't just checking out Anthony and considering a trip to this club.]

[He took another spoonful of sherbet.]

And I don't have your clothes. Stealing clothes is a little juvenile and decidedly more your alignment than mine, my dear. You might try your roommate--I hear that's a thing people do? He did appear to be wearing your clothes at the zoo...

Tch!

[ Alec! His hackles bristled like he was a cat whose tail had just been stepped on. Of course it would be him!! Only... ]

I could see him making off with my things but leaving the statue... Artwork isn't really his style. Especially something like this. He'd never leave me anything as suggestive as this.

[No, he supposes Alec would not.]

Why should it all have been done by the same person? Or even a person at all? Miss Lisa once had cameras set up in her home and discovered that an item appeared all on its own.

And we DO have portals.

A portal opened and left me a kinky statue?

[ He looked a little disappointed. There had been something nice in thinking it had been from Fell. ]

Maybe I should just buy a new outfit for work... I don't want to pop through a portal and start asking the natives if they have seen a dresser magically appear anywhere.

Well, she received something from her memories. Earrings, I think, or some such. No sorbet involved however.

Perhaps the statue was yours in a former life?

Though it IS a bit suggestive. Maybe put a sheet over it for Alec's sake?

He stole my clothes for a zoo trip with you... I think I'll leave it right where it is until he gets a nice long look at the piece!

[ Hopefully his heart can stand the shock. ]

I don't remember owning anything like this before.

[ Though some how he had known this was evil defeating good. ]

Oh don't be like that! He looked very ...comfortable in them. And I don't know that they were yours, only that they didn't look like something of his.

[If you cause his not-friend to die, this angel will be very upset.]

Hm. Maybe you didn't?

Of course they were comfortable if I broke them in first!

[ He would be upset if that happened too actually. Too much energy has already been invested in keeping that guy alive. ]

You think it's one of yours? Would an angel ever own a statue of a demon defeating him in combat like this?

[And he blames a rather awkward thought on the discussion of the statue.]

Yes, well. Be that as it may, he could do with more comfortable things.

Seems to me I wasn't what one would call a good angel, cavorting with demons and all.

So maybe I would.

And anyway. [He indulged in another spoonful of sherbet.] You aren't winning. I'm letting you win.

He could buy a few comfortable things of his own instead of making off with mine.

[ Hmph.

The rest... The rest he savors as if it were him still eating the sherbet instead of holding an empty bowl with a smile threatening to creep out of his wicked wayward thoughts. ]

That's the pose of you letting me win is it?

You could share. He IS your cousin. And your roommate. It's not as if he's going to take them very far away.

[Smugly smiling around his spoon.]

Oh, yes.

I am sharing! We're sharing a flat I don't need to share everything.

[ And the grin peeks out. ]

We haven't spoken much about winning and losing yet... How long into a relationship do you usually wait before bringing up wrestling?

[Sigh...]

[He laughs.]

I suppose now is as good a time as any?

This just became a chaise sort of conversation.

[ That decided he tossed his empty sherbet bowl aside and found himself a comfortable place to recline. ]

So a month... two? Or are you the sort of angel that needs a year or more to be sure?

[A chaise conversation? And yet, he totally gets it. He's that dramatic too.]

And what am I trying to be sure of, here, exactly?

Wellll.... some people prefer to wait, make sure they have a ring on their finger, and a firm commitment. You know, to make sure they have the right guy before things become too complicated...

Ah. Yes, that old chestnut. Well, if waiting is preferable, we can certainly excuse it as the angelic thing to do, so as not to tarnish, er... so as not to clean up your demonic reputation too much.

But I've been a human far longer than I've been an angel right now, and I can hardly say I've ever been the kind of man who has waited for any kind of ring or commitment.

Which isn't to say that... what I mean is...

Oh, Anthony, this post is PUBLIC!

What?

[ Have an innocent shrug like he isn't the demon he is. ]

People on the network hear worse things on TV!

Yes, but I'm not a show to provide amusement!

I mean...potential magic act aside.

[ His nose crinkled at the mention of potential magic... ]

So I'll call you later. We can finish this conversation in private.

But for the record... I would let you let me win anytime. I know you're the right guy.

[Despite the discussion being about, well, "wrestling", the statement stuns him in the best way. He stares a bit too long at Anthony before finally, with a blush, he puts his sherbet aside and composes himself. It's all the usual fidgeting tells, straightening his clothes, tugging at hems, rearranging his dishes.]

[How do you know, Anthony? How are you so sure? How do you know we aren't just letting these memories reroute the course of our lives and losing track of the now? ...And why do I have so much faith that you're right?]

I suppose then we'd have to call it a draw. Not really a win if we both allow the outcome. But...win, lose, or draw, I think we may just be on the same team.

Anyway. Well. ...Do try to at least find a clean pair of underpants if you decide to go scandalize and tempt your patrons for tips. Lemon sherbet is hardly an excuse.

[ And Anthony noticed every one of those tells. The sweet embarrassed way Aziraphale blushed which was modest and yet held that tiny touch of smugness for he liked being noticed, the way he had grown so silent and careful, how he thought to work away every wrinkle as if he needed to look his best under such deep loving scrutiny... How could Anthony ever hold any doubts as to his feelings for the man? ]

I think it would be a win... a big win for team us. Do we need team jerseys?

[ Some how even as he teased Anthony had the suspicion that if they ever did do the jersey thing they would end up with a plaid. ]

Eh, I'll snatch some trousers from Alec, he has to have something that would look good with black. And if I am scandalizing people, maybe I won't wear anything under the trousers at all.

[ Which he said only to give his angel something more to blush about. ]

[He tries to hide his smile, not wanting to let on just how charmed he is by Anthony's ridiculous suggestion. Team jerseys! It's cute. Its quaint. It's a but much and one if those obnoxious things couples do, especially when they are ridiculously married. It's so stupid and made in jest and they'd both look like fools... but he kind of loves it.]

[So instead of calling the idea absurd, he allows himself to humor it. His cool beau would never, not really, not his style but it was cute to imagine. ]

First we need to have a team name. Perhaps a logo.

[He raises a brow. Stealing from Alec now?]

[A flustered little blush.]

Oh, don't be silly. I'm quite sure you never wore them in the first pl--
[Blush intensifies.]

Again! PUBLIC. HMPH.

Call me. [He hangs up.]

[ Fell didn't immediately laugh? Shake the suggestion off with a snooty pout?? Oh God... or Satan, who ever... He actually thought the bloody idea was cute!?

Couples with matching outfits looked absolutely ridiculous! They were the kind that would go to costume parties as Raggedy Ann and Andy, Adam and Eve, or Marie Antoinette and the headsman... actually that last one had potential. Maybe matching outfits wouldn't be so terrible if they were done with a touch of style or an edge of wicked humor.

Fortunately he was saved any further negotiations on the matter by a furious blush and a click of the receiver which he had to lounge there and grin at as Aziraphale was charming beyond all measure when he was flustered. He would call back later after his moonlighting at the club... maybe to suggest matching ties. ]

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