Good Omens| Ineffable Parents

Out shopping

Aziraphale took us to some clothing stores, but his style was a little too old-fashioned for my taste. He wore it well though and it's not bad or anything. 

"What do you think? Is there anything you like?" Aziraphale asked as we looked through the clothes. "Oh, this coat is lovely."

"Yeah. It's nice." I nod.

"If you don't like it it's fine. We could go somewhere else."

"Perhaps somewhere that sells brooding teen clothes?" Crowley suggests.

"The people buying my clothes used to choose the clothes for me. So, I'll like anything you buy really." I shrug.

"No kid likes the clothes their parents choose for them." Crowley shook his head.

I didn't.

"My mom wasn't the only one who bought my clothes.", is the only thing I can say.

"Let's go ahead to another shop. We have the whole day ahead of us, I'm sure you'll find something you like." Aziraphale smiles as he pats my shoulder.

"Is there really a store that sells brooding teen clothes?" I ask Crowley as we walk out of the store.

It was hard thinking about what I liked.
I know what I don't like. I don't like the Sunday clothes my mother would force me into or the scratchy uniforms my school made me wear. 

It used to be easy knowing what I liked. I liked what he liked- he chose my clothes, my food, my life. Without him... I'm lost. 

It's hard finding out my identity outside him, but they're patient as they took me from store to store. We even go to stores that don't sell clothes. Like a record shop run by this nice blonde lady.

"These are much bigger than what DJs use. Though I've never seen them up close and nightclubs are dark." 

"You've gotten in a nightclub?" Crowley scrunches his forehead as he looks up from the records he was searching.

"Uhh... Is that music any good?" I look at the record in his hand titled 'Queen's Greatest Hits'

"-Best classic rock band there is."

"What does classic rock sound like?" 

He hands the album over to me, "Find out for yourself." 

I go over to the lady at the register, "Could you play this? 

"Sure. This is a great choice."  She took the disk and put it in the disk player thingy.

I still don't understand what classic rock is exactly, but I like it. Finally, I found the first thing I wanted to get.

"Ooo, so do magic with this stuff?", I ask as we enter a magic shop.

"Yes, but it does take some practice. I'm quite a skilled magician myself."

"My mother said magic is the devil's work.", I say, looking around.

Crowley covered a chuckle with a cough.

"Well, that's just not right." Aziraphale shakes his head.

"Would you teach me how to do magic?" I ask, grabbing a black wand with a white tip.

"Oh, I'd be delighted to. Let's get you a few things to start you off with. This will be so fun!" I laugh as Aziraphale starts excitedly pulling me around the shop and showing me their products.

"Oh, you can't be serious." Crowley groaned.

During the rest of our time out shopping, I got a few shirts and pants that were plain, but a nice place to start.