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Looking in the mirror, Aziraphale frowned to himself as he took in his form. Gabriel's words had gotten to him more than ever recently. It got worse when Crowley and he finally got together. He worried he just wasn't good enough to be with the demon. He turned to the side, focusing his attention on his stomach. Big. That's how he felt. He felt big. Like an elephant. He turned so he facing the mirror and his frown deepened. His appearance wasn't much better from the front. He wondered how Crowley could care for a form like this when it took him a matter of seconds to pick out the problem areas. As he silently berated himself and pushed and pulled at the fat, a pair of slim arms wrapped around his waist and a familiar face appeared in the mirror. "Hey angel," Crowley greeted, kissing him on the cheek. He was slowly getting better at the small signs of affection and Aziraphale appreciated every little caring gesture, especially now. "What're you doing?"

"N-nothing," he lied, trying to show a smile. It looked too fake. Even a stranger would recognise it as fake so Crowley would surely spot it from a mile off. "Lying isn't a good look on you so I'll have to ask you again. What're you doing?" Lying to one another wasn't their strong suit. The other always knew when they were lying. It was a pointless task really. So Azriaphale decided to pose a question. "Would you like me better if I was like you?" The demon raised a curious eyebrow at him. "If you were a demon?" he asked in confusion.

"No! If I were... slim like you?"

"Nope," he replied, popping the p for emphasis. The other cocked his head, requesting for a more in-depth answer. He was admittedly putting the demon on the spot but he had to press for something more. He needed some sort of explanation as to why. "You just love to make me work huh?"

"Crowley," he said with those puppy dog eyes that made his lover weak at the knees. He needed some sort of reassure him that the ginger wasn't just saying it, that there was actually meaning behind it. "I love this form," Crowley stated quietly. Although nobody else would've heard it, the angel appreciated it nonetheless. He turned in Crowley's arms so they were facing and kissed him. "I'm guessing I said something right?" He nodded with a smile.

"You did. Thank you for that." Crowley's face lit up with a bright blush and he quickly fixed his sunglasses with a cough to distract the angel from seeing it. His efforts were in vain though judging by the dopey smile he received whenever he blushed appearing on Aziraphale's face. "Let's just go to the Ritz already. And don't look at me like that!"

"Like what, my dear?"

"Like that!" Aziraphale rolled his eyes, taking the demon's hand in his.

Aziraphale was putting some books back on the shelf when he heard the bell at the front desk ring cheerfully. He didn't know why he had that bell. He did his best to avoid any humans who came in his shop in fear of departing with one of his beloved books. The first time it rang he ignored it, hoping the person would just give up and walk away, far from him and his books. It rang for a second time and he ignored it. "Angel!" Crowley yelled from the front desk. Aziraphale jumped at the sudden noise but felt relieved it wasn't some human. "Coming dear!" he replied, carefully placing the books in their right places. He dusted off his hands, repositioned his bow tie and eventually walked out to the front of the shop. Crowley was facing the other way, sneering at someone who was just about to come in but was swiftly scared away by the demon. "Scaring off customers I see?" Aziraphale joked, seeing the uncomfortable human swiftly turn and walk in the other direction. "You don't let me do much evil these days, let me have this," he replied with a smile. "You're a bit early for our date so I presume you're not here for that. A demon is never early," Aziraphale stated. Crowley grinned at him, turning around to reveal that his yellow snake-like eyes were no more. His eyes were a deep chocolate brown colour with human pupils. "What d'you think?" he asked expectantly.

Although he thought he'd be greeted with a loving smile, Aziraphale paled at the unfamiliar sight. It looked completely wrong. To anyone else they'd look normal but to him they made him feel uncomfortable to look at. He was so used to those beautiful golden eyes. He loved when the slit-like pupils gently widened they fell upon him. He slowly walked out from behind the desk, making Crowley increasingly nervous. "Angel?" he asked anxiously. Aziraphale brought his face down so it was level with him and inspected his eyes. "What have you done to yourself?" he asked worriedly. "I just put contact lenses in," Crowley replied, slurring his speech due to his squished cheeks. "Why in the world would you do that?"

"So I can hide my eyes- are you getting slow or something?" The angel raised an eyebrow with a sigh, releasing his grip on the demon's face. "But I like your eyes! They're beautiful," he complained. Crowley opened his mouth to retort but closed it once he realised he didn't know what to say. He tried it again but he still couldn't get the right words to come out. Eventually, he let out a sigh and snapped his fingers. Aziraphale grinned when he saw the return of the golden eyes he loved. Though, Crowley speedily covered them back up with his sunglasses. This made the angel's grin falter. "What now?" Crowley whined.

"New rule, you can't wear those in my shop," he ordered, pointing at the other's sunglasses.

"But-"

"My shop, my rules Crowley. Off with them." With a few grumbles the demon relented and took them off then Aziraphale snatched them away and pocketed them. "You can have them back later." Crowley grumbled some more but was silenced by the soft look he was given. It made his heart melt every time he saw it. "That's much better."