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[serpentinthegarden]

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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[serpentinthegarden]

[ 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.

[temptationaccomplished]

[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.

[serpentinthegarden]

[ 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. ]

[temptationaccomplished]

[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.]

[serpentinthegarden]

[ 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. ]