#ourcwnside

Aziraphale had always had a soft spot for Italy, it was always such a hub for art and culture, the people were so lively, and the food! Oh, the food! He was sure he had tried all the pasta shapes he possibly could, but new ones were being created all the time - such clever and wonderful people.

It was the end of February and that meant one thing Carnevale di Venezia! The Italians did like an excuse to simply have fun and revel in one another's company and so did the angel. Opting for a half-faced mask stylised like a cat, ears and all, he had built his whole costume around it. It was brilliant gold and white, dramatic and striking - as was everybody around him.

The music was raucous upon the streets, there was dancing and plenty of wine that was already offered to him as he approached Piazza San Marco. He brought the glass to his lips and made his way around the square to take in all the sights. He was halfway through his glass when he was sure he felt the presence of...

Before the world thankfully failed to end, Aziraphale had indeed spent a great deal of time at different restaurants. He had his favourites but that never stopped him from seeking out new ones, including those with menus that flipped meal time conventions on their heads.

Whatever hopeful smile had been on the angel’s face turned downward, if only a smidgen. Not so much a frown but a pout, and it was aimed directly at Crowley. Though even he had to admit it was a bit of an odd request without the context of internal thoughts Aziraphale had going on prior.

“Mmm, quite the miracle indeed.” Those eyes, ever-scrutinizing, were searching Crowley up and down. If he had anything further to say on the matter, all was kept to himself.

Ha ha. Very funny.

Better than some of the other ones I've seen around here, though...

Like this one, this one, and most definitely this one.

“Gonna wanna hang a left here, it’s hard to miss. That big ol’ burgundy building on the corner.” Should he have told Crowley ahead of time that they’d be stopping in? Maybe. Probably. But then, a little spontaneity was good for the soul!

"Crowley-- what-- what just happened?" An attempt at another miracle-- a full one from the both of them, had resulted in an unexpected result.

Before the angel stood his steadfast demonic compatriot-- and the angel he used to be. Both of them. Together. Existing simultaneously. The little miracle they'd attempted to repair some rot in the floorboards had led to the manifestation of his comrade's previous angelic self.

For once he was not the only angel in the room.

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Crowley was busy stuffing dough into the fridge to cool for the night, music blaring around the cafe as he did. When he heard the bell on the door he turned around already expecting it to be Zi seeing as he was closed or one of his siblings, but most likely Zi.