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A tale of braids
Crowley entered the bookshop with his usual swagger.
“Angel! Come on, let’s go… that stupid book market is 130 miles away and I don’t want to get stuck in traffic.”
Aziraphale quickly came out of the back room, putting on his coat and mumbling something that sounded very much like “if it bothers you so much to accompany me, I can go without you”. However, as soon as he saw Crowley, he froze in the middle of the shop and just stared at him in surprise.
Crowley looked back at him with a vaguely annoyed expression, doing his best not to stir under his gaze.
“What?” He asked.
Aziraphale just blinked and kept staring at him.
“Your hair.” He said. “You cut it!”
Crowley shrugged with forced nonchalance.
“Yeah!” He just said, then swallowed a bit.
“You don’t like it?” He tried not to sound anxious, but something in the back of his mind told him that he had failed. Miserably.
Aziraphale raised his eyebrows and smiled.
“No, no! I do like it, it’s just… I haven’t seen you with short hair in a while! Since the 1940s, I believe…”
Crowley shrugged again.
“Yeah, well… it was time for a change.”
Aziraphale moved closer and studied the new haircut with deep interest.
“It looks good on you!”
“Right, uhm… ok…”
“Although, I have to be honest, whatever you do to your hair always looks good on you. I particularly liked the braids in 3000 B.C.”
Crowley looked at him with a deep scowl.
“What braids?” He asked.
The angel gave him a puzzled look.
“Well, the braids! You used to braid your hair back then, don’t you remember? Mesopotamia?”
Crowley suddenly looked embarrassed.
“Oh, that… it wasn’t me.”
Aziraphale frowned in confusion.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, it wasn’t me. It wasn’t me doing the… braids thing. It was, uhm… the kids.”
The angel blinked at that.
“The kids?”
Crowley shrugged. “Yeah… the kids of the village.”
“The kids used to braid your hair?”
“Yeah!”
Aziraphale just stared at him for a moment, before speaking again.
“The kids used to braid your hair? You let the kids braid your hair?”
“Yes!” Said Crowley in exasperation, annoyed. “They enjoyed doing it and I just let them! How many times do you have to ask me?!”
The angel smiled fondly.
“Oh, Crowley!” The demon just knew where he was going with that.
“Don’t!”
“Oh, that’s so-”
“Stop it! Don’t even start!”
“But-”
“Do you want to go to that stupid book market or not?!”
“I do, but-”
“Ok, then! Let’s go!” The demon turned on his heel and left the bookshop, making sure to slam the door as hard as he could.
Aziraphale just kept smiling to himself. He adjusted the collar of his coat and walked out of the shop.
It was going to be an interesting day.
