A Friendship Thing

So my friend and I were cosplaying Good Omens and this happened?

Crowley and Aziraphale didn't really care to hide their affection. Honestly being caught was less of an if and more of a when. So, it wasn't surprising when someone walked into the shop while they were making out against a wall. What was surprising however, was the who.

"Aziraphale!" They snapped apart and turned to find, to their surprise, Gabriel watching in shock. "What are you doing with this demon." He said demon the same way someone would say terrorist.

"Uh, it's, uh." Aziraphale was at a loss for words. He hadn't seen Gabriel since wasn't-egedon, and honestly had expected at least a few years of relief from the annoying archangel. And now not only had he come unexpected, he had also seen their more than friendship. Friendship... Aziraphale internally smirked as an idea hit him. "It's a friend thing. Like hugging." He looked to the side to see his boyfriend glaring at the tall man, not really paying attention to their conversation. "Ya know, just us being friends."

"Ah. Earth has changed quite a bit since my last visit." Gabriel was still tense, but not as much. "Humans are so strange," He muttered to himself as he shook his head.

"Yes, well, you know them. Short lives. Always changing stuff. What did you want." Aziraphale stepped in front of his demonic boyfriend, hoping to lessen some of the murder in Crowley's eyes.

"Ah, right. Well, as much as we would love to leave you alone to join the Devil, God does like her paperwork." He pulled a large stack of paperwork out of the air and handed it to Aziraphale, who sighed.

Almost an hour and more than a few demon-inflicted almost deaths later, Gabriel was excited to leave to do who knows what.

"Think he bought the whole kissing thing?" Aziraphale worried.

"Huh, might have to do a bit more friendshipping to really sell it." He winked at the blushing angel.

"Oh Crowley." He leaned forward. In a manner of seconds the angel had the lanky demon pinned against the wall, their mouths slowly dancing a gavotte of their own. A few more minutes and the innocent kissing had turned a bit less innocent. By the time a customer walked in, Crowley's shirt was half unbuttoned and Aziraphale's coat was lying somewhere in the shop. Luckily it was one of his returning customers (people who weren't interested in actually buying the books were always welcome) so the man didn't blink an eye at the partially undressed make out session. He had seen worse after all.

"Oh, hello David." Aziraphale straightened his clothing and moved over to the man. They began talking about some new book David had heard of. Crowley was severely disinterested and so he went into the back room to find something to do.

He stopped in surprise as a card appeared in front of him. Inside it read:

Thank you

You ------Warning: the following has been removed due to vulgar and threatening language------

-Beelzebub, Prince of Hell

He flipped the card over and read it again. Thank You... what would Beelzebub be thanking him for? There was certainly nothing he had done on purpose.

"Hey Az?" He poked his head around the corner to see the a card floating behind the angel. He obviously hadn't noticed it yet, too busy talking to the customer, who luckily also hadn't noticed the clearly ethereal piece of paper.

Crowley hurried over to the two and grabbed the letter, sweeping an arm around Aziraphale as if that's what he had come over for.

"It was a pleasure talking to you, but I just got an urgent message we must discuss." He smiled wide, letting his teeth look just a bit too much like fangs. The man was annoyingly not shaken.

"Oh, but I was just telling Aziraphale about the book sale my aunt is having. There are quite a few books I'm sure would interest him."

Aziraphale glanced between the two men in a panic. He really, really wanted to hear about the books, but Crowley clearly had something important to tell him. He sighed.

"Would you please excuse us for a moment?" David nodded annoyed and moved to shuffle through a stack of books. The other two moved into the back room.

"What is it?" Surely Heaven wouldn't send two messages in one day, right? Perhaps they were upset that he hadn't finished any of the paperwork yet (Crowley was very good at distracting him after all).

"Just got this." Crowley handed Beelzebub's note to Aziraphale, who blushed at the language. "And you, got this." He held out the second letter so they could both read it.

Dear Aziraphale

Your lesson on friendship affection has been very useful. Thank you for the knowledge. I will be over soon to collect the paperwork.

-Gabriel

"Oh dear." Aziraphale was too worried about getting his paperwork finished to pay attention to the letter.

"You don't think," Crowley muttered in scared awe.

"Hmm?" Aziraphale had moved to his desk to work.

Crowley held up the two letters. "Gabriel friendshipped Beelzebub."

Aziraphale turned pale. "They couldn't have." He got up and read through the letters again. "Oh dear," he said again. He bit his lip and considered the idea. The letters certainly pointed to the possibility, but that would require Gabriel considering Beelzebub a friend. And he was mad that Aziraphale was friends with a low ranking demon. This did make things messy.

Crowley was too busy cackling to join in on the angels worry. He bent at the waist and removed his glasses to wipe a tear from his eye. "He's such an idiot."

Aziraphale shook his head and moved back to paperwork. He would deal with this later.

They had both completely forgotten about David.

Half an hour ago

Gabriel left the building and pulled out his phone to send a quick text. A few minutes later and he arrived at his favorite Earthen park, glad to see Beelzebub already here.

"What do you want?" The prince grumbled in annoyance.

"I just learned a new way to show friendship!"