[Well, that's firm. It almost makes him forget his fear, honestly. Or, well. Maybe it's just the sight of Aziraphale's face, so stupidly happy. Overjoyed all at the thought of getting a-- a bloody cottage in the countryside (together, can't forget that, but it's one thing to blurt it out and another to really consider what he's just proposed). Love, and maybe that's it: maybe he won't be convinced by words, but by little things like this. What would be the point of faking such joy?
He blinks, and glances away, scowling as he tucks his head beneath his chin.]
You're not-- you're not bloody decorating, angel, I've seen how you decorate. Some bits are fine, but I'm not living anywhere that heavily features pastel.
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[Well, that's firm. It almost makes him forget his fear, honestly. Or, well. Maybe it's just the sight of Aziraphale's face, so stupidly happy. Overjoyed all at the thought of getting a-- a bloody cottage in the countryside (together, can't forget that, but it's one thing to blurt it out and another to really consider what he's just proposed). Love, and maybe that's it: maybe he won't be convinced by words, but by little things like this. What would be the point of faking such joy?
He blinks, and glances away, scowling as he tucks his head beneath his chin.]
You're not-- you're not bloody decorating, angel, I've seen how you decorate. Some bits are fine, but I'm not living anywhere that heavily features pastel.