A/N: I blame people on tumblr for this. I wasn't going to write an epilogue, but then I got questions asking about Aziraphale and Crowley (who are crossed over from the wonderful book Good Omens) and I just couldn't help it~ I'm using the fanon name "Ezra Fell" for Aziraphale because…they're supposed to be humans and all. And Crowley has his human name from the book.

Round and Round
Epilogue

Francis would never admit it to Arthur, not even if someone threatened him with a maiming, but he rather liked London. He still infinitely preferred the beauty of Paris—and he travelled there every weekend—but London had its own unique charms.

And two of said charms were his hosts. Well, technically Big Mike's friend, Ezra Fell, was his only host. He was nice, a little scary when it came to his books—Francis had learned during the first week here to never ever eat anything while looking over one of his books. But he was friendly when it came to most other things. He'd ask Francis about his day when he came home and always seemed interested in what he told him.

Francis didn't spend a ton of time with him, though. Ezra liked to spend his time reading and it was pretty hard to gain his attention once he'd opened up one of his old, dusty tomes. He actually spent more time with Ezra's "friend"—possibly his boyfriend; he hadn't quite figured that out yet—Anthony J. Crowley.

Francis definitely liked Anthony; he showed up at the bookshop, which Ezra and now Francis lived above, completely out of the blue almost every day. Francis wasn't sure what he did as a career, but he looked like some sort of mob boss. (He'd shared that fact with Gillian in an early letter and now she wanted him to tell her everything about Mr. Crowley.) The man always showed up wearing dark suits and a pair of expensive-looking sunglasses that he never removed, even when he came indoors. He also had a strange speech defect; it sounded like he was hissing on his 's's, especially when he was angry or otherwise upset.

Francis had offered to help Ezra with dusting and shelving the books as payment for his room when he'd first arrived. He didn't need to, as Ezra had told him, but Francis didn't like feeling like he was mooching off someone. So sometimes he'd be working among the stacks when Anthony showed up. And he'd shamelessly eavesdrop as they bickered like an old married couple. Anthony liked to bother Ezra while he was trying to work; he'd usually ask him to go out drinking or to go visit a fancy restaurant and Ezra would say that he was too busy, but then would give in after enough badgering.

If they weren't in l'amour already, then Francis would definitely try to hook them up. He'd have to figure it out…

Anyway, so Francis liked both of his hosts. Ezra was kind, intelligent, and actually seemed to care about him, even if he was just a temporary guest. And he enjoyed talking about this and that with Anthony; he had excellent taste in things like wine, clothing, and food. Unlike most Englishmen.

Francis had woken up this morning and went through his usual routine, while considering what he wanted to do. One of the best things about living with Ezra was the freedom that he was allowed. He had plenty of freedom at home as well, but that was just because no one particularly cared what he did. Ezra just seemed to trust him. He'd taught him about the Tube and bus system, told him which stops to get off on to see which sites, and then told him that as long as he was home by ten each night, he could pretty much do whatever he wanted.

He could visit the National Gallery today. That was always enjoyable as long as you didn't get sandwiched between groups of children on field trips. Or he could visit that place that made fantastic milkshakes and then take a walk around the park to burn off the calories.

He'd sent letters to Gill and Antonio yesterday and was about halfway through his letters to Leon and Arthur. Maybe he'd go write his letters and people watch in Trafalgar Square.

Francis had half convinced himself to go and do that when he glanced out of the window and saw Anthony Crowley kneeling on the sidewalk. Which definitely was surprising. And he seemed to be fiddling with something on the ground.

Well, that looked incredibly interesting.

Francis hurriedly grabbed his boots from underneath the bed and hopped into them before running downstairs and out the front door. Passing Ezra, who glanced up from his book just in time to catch the back of his head.

"Morning, Ezra!" Francis called back, not waiting for a response before he ran up to the street, quickly glanced both ways and then rushed across to where Anthony was still kneeling on the sidewalk.

He was muttering to himself and didn't even notice as Francis stopped beside him.

"Fucking bloody cheap glue."

"What are you doing?"

Anthony jolted at Francis's sudden question. And dropped the object he'd been holding, which clattered against the sidewalk and then spun around like a little top before falling a few inches away.

It was a coin, a one pound coin to be more precise.

"God damn it, Francis. Don't sssneak up on me like that."

Francis bent down and picked up the coin, which was covered in what he assumed was some sort of glue. It didn't take too long to piece the clues together. "You were trying to glue a coin to the sidewalk?"

He knew he sounded rather shocked, because this was a child's prank. Not even a particularly good child's prank. Anthony had definitely seemed well above children's pranks.

And he immediately sat up and crossed his arms over his chest, sending him a defensive look. "Becaussse of course you've never wanted to sssee what would happen."

There were a few people who sent them looks like they were crazy—and they probably looked like they were crazy—but most passed by without a second glance. Ah, big city life. People had pretty much seen it all.

"Help me, inssstead of jussst ssstanding there."

Francis knelt down beside him, settling on the balls of his feet so he didn't dirty his clothes. "Why are you gluing a coin on the sidewalk?"

Anthony sent him a warning look. "Becaussse itsss funny. Now go get me sssome actual sssuper glue from the bookssstore."

"Sure," Francis stood. This still seemed like a weird thing for a grown man to do, but at the same time… Why not? Gill liked to come up with off-the-wall plans that he helped her with just because he enjoyed seeing how excited she got.

Ezra glanced up when he walked in and smiled. "Good morning, Francis."

"Morning," he walked over to the counter, which was currently covered with stacks and stacks of books. Ezra had cleared a little space so he could see into the shop, but otherwise it was just books everywhere. "Do you have super glue?"

It probably said something that Ezra didn't even look surprised. He just bent down, opened a drawer, and then returned with a small tube of super glue. "He's gluing coins to the sidewalk again, isn't he?"

"He does this often?"

Ezra shrugged and picked up one of the books from on top of his stack. "Just when he's bored. Why don't you see if he'll take a stroll in Hyde Park with you? I can give you some bread so you can feed the ducks." He bent down again and returned with a bread bag that now held handfuls of bread crumbs.

Apparently Ezra liked to keep really random stuff in his desk. Somehow that didn't surprise Francis at all.

Francis hesitated for a moment, glancing back toward the door that led outside, then down at the tube of glue in his hand. And then he smirked, "Maybe later. I'm actually quite curious to see how this turns out."

It was probably one of the side effects of hanging out with Gill so often, but the idea of watching a bunch of random strangers fall all over themselves trying to grab a coin hot-glued to the sidewalk was actually really entertaining.

Ezra didn't look too concerned. He just opened his book and turned to the first page. "Have fun, then, dear."

Francis smirked, then turned and hurried out the front door. "You too!" he called back before the door slammed closed behind him.

Ezra sat there in silence for a few minutes, reading his book. He didn't even look up when the door slammed open again and Anthony and Francis burst inside. Noisily, of course, since neither of them seemed to understand that a bookstore should remain quiet. They didn't remain long, however, as they hurriedly ran to the stairs that led up to his apartment. Not before they shouted quick greetings to him over their shoulders, though, because at least Francis knew how to be polite.

He continued reading, part of his mind on the book and part on the fact that he would have to call Mike later tonight. Let her know that Francis was really doing much better now. He was actually enjoying himself like the child he was…

Maybe he'd even take him to that organ concert at St. Paul's. He'd probably enjoy that, although Anthony would gripe and complain, but eventually gave in because he'd developed a soft spot for the child that he'd never admit to.

And with those thoughts, Ezra settled himself more comfortably in his chair and focused all of his attention on his book while Francis and Anthony sat upstairs and mocked the misfortune of others.

A/N: Crowley is totally the kind of person who tries to act super cool and thinks he's super cool. But really, he's just a huge nerd inside.

I also rather doubt there's an actual speech impediment that would make you hissss like a snake. But sometimes I ignore reality in favour of canon. Sometimes I ignore canon for the sake of reality. I'M UNPREDICTABLE. Also, it's hard to type all those ssss's and now spellcheck hatesss me.

Also, writing this made me realize just how much Franny really really really wants a family. Like I knew he did before, but in this he's pretty much treating Zizi and Crowley like parents. And it makes me sad because poor baby… :'(