Aziraphale is sitting in his chair, reading his book when he hears it.
A soft, 'delicious' coming from somewhere. He sets his book down and looks around, not spotting anything out of the usual. He hears it again.
'delicious'.
He gets up, looking around once more. "Hello?" he calls out, no response.
Again he hears it though. 'delicious'. He's getting nervous now.
"Hello?" he calls out again, a bit more tentatively this time.
There is a pause of extreme quietness before a very faint creak is heard.
Aziraphale looks quickly, and see something he wished he hadn't.
There, sneaking before him, is no one else but Crowley. And what is he doing? He is eating a tide pod.
Aziraphale watches in horror as Crowley sucks one down, followed by another. a soft, 'delicious.' after each tide pod.
Aziraphale watches in horror as Crowley continues to suck them down. "Crowley, no."
Crowley pauses and stares into Aziraphale's eyes. "Crowley, yes."
And then Crowley skitters off into the shadows, leaving a horror stricken Aziraphale in his wake.
