Aziraphale's fingers curled around the bars of his cage as he gazed out through the open doorway of the living room into the hallway.

From the vantage point of his cage, which sat on a high table in the living room, he could see his owner, a female human, coming and going along the hall and bringing in new furniture and decorations from outside.

With her was a male human, also bringing in various objects.

Aziraphale knew the man well, he visited his owner all the time and had stayed overnight often in the last few months. The man brought in a floor lamp and put it in the corner beside the door. Aziraphale got the impression that all of these new objects being paraded one by one into the house belonged to the man - it looked very much like he was moving in.

Aziraphale deliberated on how he felt about this, and decided that he didn't mind the man living here with them. His owner seemed happier whenever he was around, and although he paid little attention to Aziraphale - which was unfortunate as Aziraphale loved attention – he seemed nice enough. Aziraphale liked the idea of having another human around the place, they were interesting creatures to observe.

Looking out of the window, Aziraphale could see the human's walking away along the garden path. His owner reached a white van and climbed into the back of it before emerging with a tall, green plant in a small pot. She brought it in and took it into the room directly opposite the living room, across the hall. Aziraphale had a perfect view to the doorway of this room and watched her as she set the plant down in a corner.

After another visit to the van, the lady put down a cardboard box on the sofa next to Aziraphale's cage, then swept her hair from her eyes and gave him a smile. He smiled back and immediately moved towards the cage door hoping she might let him out, but she just gave him an apologetic look and returned to the hallway, closing the door behind herself.

He hadn't really expected to be let out, not just yet, not while the door to outside was open at least, but now that she had closed the living room door he felt disappointed that he could no longer see into the hall. It had been fascinating to watch the humans bustling about.

Looking out of the window, Aziraphale watched the two humans as they climbed into the front of the van and then drove away. They came back almost half an hour later, the man driving, and the woman had something large sat on her lap which she held protectively.

Aziraphale realised with a gasp that it was another cage, similar to his own. He felt overjoyed at the thought that they were bringing another angel into the house, someone to be his friend, someone to talk to. He adored his owner, but he was still desperately lonely without another angel around.

The man opened the lady's car door and took the cage from her and carried it towards the house. Aziraphale's face fell when he saw large black wings inside of the cage and realised with crushing disappointment that the man must be the owner of a demon.

Before living here, Aziraphale had lived in a huge room full of other angels. They had told him how cruel, vulgar and disgusting demons were. Aziraphale had never met a demon himself, although sometimes, through the window he could see ownerless angels and demons flying free.

The front door opened and Aziraphale heard both humans come into the house, chattering away to each other in that nonsensical way that human's had. And then Aziraphale heard the demon talk.

"Nice place. I like the paintings on the walls. Is this your house then, lady? Very elegant- Watch that light!"

There was a crash and then silence. The human's chattered urgently.

"Fuck's sake. Watch where you're going," the demon complained.

Aziraphale was shocked by this bad language, but he was not overly surprised considering the swearing was coming from a demon. Despite his disgust at the demons presence in his home, he felt oddly excited. He had not heard another voice in years and it made him feel nostalgic and happy. His owner did talk to him sometimes but he could not understand anything humans said. He missed having someone he could talk to, but it was such a shame that the first voice he had heard in years was that of a demon.

A door closed. It sounded like the door opposite the living room, across the hall. So that was to be the demons room then?

Soon the living room door opened and the lady came in. She opened Aziraphale's cage and he immediately flew into the hall and hovered by the now closed door to the room with the demon in it. From what he could remember, there was not much in that room, it had a table and chairs by the window, and a bookcase and cabinet against the wall. It was a small room and the humans did not spend much time in there.

He turned around to look at his owner who was sat on the sofa giving him a fond smile. He returned to the living room and perched on her shoulder while she watched television. He watched it too - seeing the adventures of the humans on screen was always interesting, though he rarely understood what was going on.

The man stood in the doorway of the living room for a moment chattering to the woman before he closed the door, still on the other side of it. Aziraphale wondered if he was going to let the demon out of his cage. He didn't like the idea of a demon flying around his home, although he supposed the demon would not be allowed in this room at least.

The doorbell rang and Aziraphale heard the man move down the hall towards the door. Through the window, Aziraphale saw a lady - dressed in blue with a familiar logo on her top - standing at the door carrying a flat box. Aziraphale was overwhelmed with excitement, knowing exactly why this visitor had come here and the gift she had brought them.

Moments later, the man was beside them on the sofa, the freshly delivered box open on his lap revealing a huge pizza that the humans shared with each other.

Aziraphale knew better than to try to steal the food, it would only annoy the humans and make them return him to his cage. She always shared her food with him anyway.

She tore off a corner and handed it to him where he was still sat on her shoulder. Then she tore off another corner and handed it to the man.

Somewhat reluctantly, the man moved aside the box and stood up, vanishing into the other room, presumably to feed the demon too. He returned a minute or two later and sat back down to eat and watch television.

The hour was late and the humans had long since gone upstairs to bed. All was quiet.

Moonlight shone in through the window, bathing the shadowy living room in a faint glow. Aziraphale's cage however, was lit up brightly with little lamps which he could control himself. He did not feel tired, and was sat in his little armchair, a miniature version of human furniture, staring out into the moonlit hall.

The humans had left both the living room door open and the door to the demon's room, but he could not see the demon's cage through the doorway.

Aziraphale heard movement from the demon's room. He gulped and squinted, trying to peer into the gloom, wondering what the demon was doing. He jerked and then froze when he saw movement in the darkness.

At first, he thought his eyes were deceiving him, but he was sure that he could hear the flapping of wings, and then something came out of the room and vanished down the hallway towards the kitchen.

Aziraphale's grip tightened on the armrest of his chair. Why on Earth was the demon allowed out at night? He knew demons could see in the dark but this was ridiculous. The door to the living room should be closed at the very least, the last thing he wanted was for a demon to come in here and leer at him. He considered hiding somewhere within his cage but if the demon did come in here he didn't want him to think he was a coward. He would be safe in his cage.

He realised that the demon would be able to fly upstairs and he hoped that the humans had closed the door to their bedroom. Surely they would have if they knew this creature was on the loose. But maybe they didn't know, perhaps they had failed to properly secure the demon's cage and he had escaped.

The demon flew into the living room.

Even in the pale light of the moon, Aziraphale could see the demon's hair was long and red. He was wearing black robes.

After a moment the demon flew closer and landed on the table beside Aziraphale's cage.

The demon looked nervous, which gave Aziraphale confidence and made him feel brave. Aziraphale stood up, head held high and wings outstretched. He tried to stop his hands from trembling.

The demon stared at him with an inquisitive look on his face. "Hello."

Aziraphale didn't know how to respond to this. He had expected the demon to mock him, torment him, maybe even threaten him.

"Hello," Aziraphale said primly.

The demon took a hesitant step towards him, staring at him in fascination.

Their eyes met. The demon had strange, slitted, yellow eyes, like that of a snake, reminding Aziraphale of how different they were.

The demon gave him an awkward smile. "I'm Crowley."

"Aziraphale."

"Hello, Aziraphale. Um. Nice cage."

"Thank you," said Aziraphale dryly, unsure if Crowley was teasing him for being trapped in the cage.

"This is a nice house. A lot bigger than the last place I lived," Crowley hesitated for a moment. "I don't know if my human and I will ever go back there now."

"It rather seems that the two of you have moved in."

Crowley nodded. "I knew something was going on. He had been packing away all of his stuff in boxes for weeks. The old house is empty. I- I suppose I live here now."

"I suppose you do," Aziraphale said. He knew he ought to be feeling territorial and aggressive, but he couldn't really find it in him, especially when the demon looked so lost and overwhelmed. "It must have been a bit of a shock, being brought over here."

Crowley nodded. He was fiddling with his sleeve anxiously.

Aziraphale gave him a warm smile, wanting to reassure him. "But my lady is lovely. I'm sure you will like it here."

Crowley grinned. "Your lady is really nice. She has been visiting my man for ages and she always comes into my room to say hello. She lets me out of my cage to fly around, and gives me lots of food and stuff. I like her a lot."

"I'm glad you like her," said Aziraphale. "I suppose she has been visiting your home, just as your guardian has been visiting mine."

"I wondered where he had been going. Sometimes I don't see him for days on end. I guess he was here all along."

"He stays overnight here quite a lot," said Aziraphale. "Did my lady stay overnight at your house sometimes too?"

"Yeah. Sometimes."

"Ah. So now I know where she was. Mystery solved."

Crowley looked him up and down. "I like your clothes. They look like human clothes."

Aziraphale looked down at his beige trousers and waistcoat. He fiddled with his bowtie proudly. "Yes. My guardian gave them to me. She gives me lots of clothes, but these are my favourites."

"They're nice. All of my clothes are black robes. All of the demons I've known wore the same. I always thought angels wore white robes."

"Other demons? There's others? Here?"

"No, no. Only me. I mean before. Before my man took me away. I was with lots of other demons then."

"Did you live outside before?"

"Nah, I've always lived inside. There were lots of us all together in a huge cage – the size of a room – and every now and then a human would come and take one or two of us away. A group of humans looked after us. I've always been around human's ever since I can remember. I don't think I've ever been outside. Apart from when they carry me in my cage."

"Same with me. I've never lived outside. Before my lady took me away, I was in a big room with lots of other angels. We all wore white robes back then."

It hurt to think back on those times, to remember what it was like to have other angels around him. He missed them so much. He wondered if Crowley missed the demons too.

"Why aren't you in your cage?" Aziraphale asked.

"I escaped. I know how to unlock the cage door." Crowley seemed extremely proud of this.

"Escaped?! You'll get in trouble if they catch you!"

Crowley looked worried for a second, but then his grin returned. "They've never caught me yet! I'm always in my cage again before they wake up – and I can hear them moving around upstairs in the morning anyway so there's nothing to worry about. I've been doing this for years. They'll never know."

Aziraphale was not entirely convinced. "Hmm. Well. Be careful."

"I always am." Crowley said. He turned and looked at Aziraphale's cage door. "You have the same sort of cage as me, just yours is a bit bigger and white. My bars are black. But the door is exactly the same. Here, let me show you how to open it."

Aziraphale watched in horror as the demon unlocked his cage door. For a terrible moment, he thought Crowley was going to climb inside, but instead he just opened the door wide and gestured for Aziraphale to step out.

"You can come out too, if you like." The demon's smile vanished when he noticed Aziraphale's discomfort. He stepped away from the cage. "You don't have to though if you don't want to. Have you ever been out of there before? Of course you have, I can smell you in all the rooms. They must let you fly around a lot."

"Every day," Aziraphale said, hurriedly closing the door again. It automatically locked back into place. He looked across at Crowley who had backed away some distance.

"Wow, she lets you out a lot!" Crowley said, "My man lets me out about once a month usually. But since your lady started visiting, she's been letting me out several times a week. I let myself out at night anyway, so it's all good."

They were silent for a moment. Aziraphale tried to take in everything that had been said.

Crowley's voice held a note of sadness, though he was trying to hide it. "I've not seen another winged person in years. I've only been around humans. They can't talk, at least not the same language as us."

"I- yes. It's been a very long time since I've spoken to anyone."

They talked for hours, and when the sun started to come up Crowley reluctantly returned to his room to lock himself back in his cage.

Before Crowley left, he said, "Is it okay if I come back tomorrow night?"

"Of course you can," said Aziraphale.

After Crowley had gone, Aziraphale went to his bed, a beautiful four-poster on the top floor of his cage, and drifted off almost instantly. He was not used to staying up so late but he had been so fascinated by the demon that he had been unable and unwilling to stop their conversation, no matter how heavy his eyelids felt.

Aziraphale fell asleep thinking about Crowley and everything they had discussed. He dreamt of flying around the house with him while their owners slept, oblivious to their adventures.

Crowley folded his wings as close to his body as they would go and climbed into his bed, pulling the sheets tightly around himself. He grinned, burrowing his face into his pillow.

His first meeting with Aziraphale had gone even better than he had ever hoped.

He had known that there was an angel somewhere in the house. Sometimes, when the lady had visited him in the man's house, he had been able to smell the scent of an angel on her clothing. Her house - every single room - smelt of angel too. When Crowley had explored the kitchen that night, he had found an angel feather on the kitchen windowsill.

He had been scared that Aziraphale would rebuff his attempts to make conversation, would hate him purely for being a demon, but it seemed Aziraphale was just as desperate for companionship as he was.

To think, he'd been so nervous to go up to him.

The other demons had always said that angels were arrogant, cold and cruel, and he had been worried that Aziraphale would match those stereotypes, but instead Aziraphale had been friendly and chatty. Crowley had a wonderful time talking to him and he felt so happy to have a friend.

He couldn't wait to see him again.

Aziraphale slept for most of the morning. When his owner let him out of his cage late that afternoon, he immediately flew to the closed door of Crowley's room but she would not let him in no matter how much he looked at her imploringly.

He joined her where she sat on the sofa and perched on her knee. He tried to watch television with her but he was so drowsy from staying up late that he fell asleep.

All day he looked forward to seeing Crowley again. The day seemed to drag and when the human's finally went upstairs to bed he sat up on his miniature armchair, suddenly feeling wide awake, and waited for Crowley to appear, buzzing with excitement.

When there was silence from upstairs and all was dark, Aziraphale heard a familiar flapping of wings from the other room. He leapt up and clung to the bars of his cage, peering into the shadows, but he could not see Crowley. He thought that perhaps he saw him fly along the hallway but there was no moonlight tonight and it was too dark to see properly so he wasn't sure.

Perhaps Crowley had changed his mind and did not want to see him again after all.

Just as Aziraphale was considering returning to his armchair, Crowley flew into the room. His flight was slightly off-kilter and he seemed to be carrying something. He landed heavily and then set down two objects on the table beside the cage.

It was two grapes. One was red, the other green.

"Hello, Aziraphale. Look what I found in the kitchen! I thought you might like one too."

Aziraphale stared at the grapes. "You stole them?"

Crowley's mouth opened and closed a few times. "I- No. I mean, technically, I was not given them… but it's only two, they won't miss them."

"You shouldn't steal, especially from our guardians," Aziraphale said.

Crowley looked ashamed, and Aziraphale started to feel bad for him. Crowley had only been trying to do something nice and he had just thrown it back in his face.

"Although, yes, I imagine the human's won't miss just two grapes. Thank you for the gift, Crowley."

"Which one would you like? Shall I push it through the bars?"

Aziraphale considered that he could come out of his cage to get the grape but he still didn't like the thought of escaping. It felt wrong.

"Green please. Through the bars if it will fit."

Crowley pushed the green grape through the bars, struggling slightly to get it through. Eventually, it popped out and Aziraphale caught it before it landed on his carpet.

Crowley sat cross-legged on the table top, peeling his grape, while Aziraphale settled down in his armchair. It felt rude to not to invite him in, but he didn't feel ready for that yet.

"This afternoon, your lady let me fly around the house," Crowley said. "And I hung out with her in an upstairs room. She just sat there and stared at a screen for ages, clicking these buttons." He mimicked the action, wiggling his fingers.

"Oh yes, she spends most of her daytime in that room, five days in a row."

"My man is out of the house all day for five days in a row. I was starting to wonder if he came here to see your lady, but he is still out all day even now. I wonder where he goes and what he does."

Aziraphale imagined how alone he would have felt if his lady were out the house as much as Crowley's man was. She often let him out of his cage while she was upstairs in that room. It was mostly only when she was asleep that he had felt truly alone.

"But she wouldn't let me in this room," Crowley said. "Did you get to fly about?"

"They let me out late this afternoon for a few hours. They wouldn't let me in your room either."

"They must know…"

"Know what?"

Crowley looked uncomfortable. "Well. I don't think angels and demons usually get along very well. Or that was what the other demons used to say. But they never actually met any angels, so what do they know."

"The other angels used to say that too."

Aziraphale thought of all the things the other angels used to say about demons. Unkind things that he hoped were not true, not for Crowley a least. He wondered what the demons used to say about angels but decided that it would be better if he didn't know.

He thought of the angels and demons that lived outdoors. The angels came out in the morning while there was plenty of sunshine, and then the demons came out in the late evening and at night. Sometimes he had seen them both out at the same time, and they had fought each other. Even at a distance it had been horrible to see and he had looked away.

He didn't want to think about that. He didn't want to feel like he was supposed to hate Crowley. He was a demon but he was also the only person that he could talk to. He liked him.

He changed the subject. "This grape is really good. Thank you. Did they share their dinner with you today? It was chicken curry."

"Yeah. It was great. I like it a lot when they share their human food with us."

"Those biscuit things they always give us are okay but they can get a bit repetitive and boring after a while," Aziraphale said, thinking of the constant supply of biscuits his owner made sure he always had. He had a stash of them in his cage. "I'm assuming demons eat the same ones."

Aziraphale picked up a few of the biscuits from a little side table next to his chair - he kept them there in case he got peckish – and showed them to Crowley.

"Yep. Mine are the same. Before your lady came along, that was all my owner ever gave me, though I used to take a little bit of any food he left out around the house if I felt he wouldn't notice it was missing."

"He didn't give you any of his own food?"

"Nah. That was why it was so great when your lady came along! If she's there, she'll give me lots of human food. He'll even do it himself sometimes now, even when she's not around - she's got him well trained! Things are much better now that she's around. She makes sure I always have food and water and everything!"

Aziraphale felt uneasy. "Do you mean he sometimes forgot to feed you? And give you water?"

"He doesn't forget very often. He's very busy, always rushing around. He's just a bit forgetful. He forgot for a whole week once! What an idiot!" Crowley let out a little laugh, but stopped when he saw the horrified look on Aziraphale's face.

"Oh, that's horrible! How on Earth did you survive?" Aziraphale couldn't bear to think that anyone's guardian could forget to give them such basic necessities.

"It's okay. I had some food stashed away for emergencies. And I can escape my cage, remember? I drank from the kitchen tap and took any food I thought he wouldn't miss. I was fine, don't worry."

Aziraphale understood now why it was so important to Crowley that he was able to escape his cage, and why he had been so quick to show him how to escape his own. Aziraphale's owner had never forgotten him, not even once. If she was not around for a few days, she would leave him plenty to be going on with, and one of her friends would visit to make sure he was okay.

"I'm sorry, Crowley. That is awful. I'm so sorry you went through that."

Crowley shrugged. "It's fine, angel. I'm okay. And it's not an issue now that your lady looks after me. Anyway, I can always sneak out of my cage so it's never really been a problem." Crowley grinned, and he looked so proud of being able to escape his cage in order to scavenge for food and water that it broke Aziraphale's heart.

"What if you shouted for him? Would he not come to see what the matter was?"

Crowley looked uncomfortable. "I tried that. I thought if I could get him into the room then I could point at my food bowl and he should get the message…"

"Didn't it work?"

"Well… I was making quite a racket you see, and he was trying to watch television so when he came in he was quite angry and just threw a book at my cage. He yelled a bit and then stormed off."

Anger boiled up in Aziraphale's chest. "That's outrageous! What a- a- bad human!"

"But he's not been like that in ages! He does have a temper, it's true, but he's mellowed out so much since he met your lady. He's very happy now. And he's never hurt me. He'd never hurt anyone, I'm sure of it. You're safe with him, I swear."

Aziraphale had always been mostly indifferent to the man. He had thought he just wasn't all that fond of angels and that was why he never paid him any attention, but then, when he found out about Crowley's existence, he just assumed he was more interested in demons. But really he had no business being responsible for another living creature at all. Aziraphale's opinion of the man had just plummeted.

Crowley was awoken by Aziraphale's owner walking into the room.

He flew up and clung to the highest bars of his cage closest to her, always excited whenever anyone came to see him.

When it had just been him and his man, sometimes he didn't see anyone for days on end. He had been kept in a spare room and his owner often had no need to go in there.

For the first month or so, it had been fine. His owner talked to him all the time, gave him lots of attention, praise and food, but then it was like he grew bored of him and lost interest. Crowley wondered what he had done wrong.

He had been so lonely. During the night when he had the house to himself, he had searched for a way outside. He had wanted to be free, he had wanted to find other demons that would want to be his friend. But he had never found a way outside.

Then, one night, sat in the window, gazing longingly outside he had seen a flock of demons in a distant tree. He had knocked on the window excitedly, trying to get their attention, desperate to interact with someone, but they had not seen him.

Then a flock of angels had appeared, springing out of a hedge.

He had watched the angels and the demons collide with each other in a furious and violent fight. It had been horrific. After seeing that, despite his wish for freedom and companionship, he was glad to be safe and sound in a human's home. He had immediately gone back to his cage and hidden under the covers, all thoughts of escaping outdoors squashed.

Then this wonderful lady appeared and everything was so much better. He still missed having someone to talk to, but he didn't feel alone any more.

And then he met Aziraphale. Now, Crowley's life was perfect. He had everything he wanted here in this house. He was finally happy.

The lady topped up his food and water and then let him out of his cage. He had full run of the house, except for the living room which was of course Aziraphale's domain.

But rather than exploring as he had the previous day, he chose to stay with the lady. He perched on her shoulder while she sat at the table by the window with a cup of coffee and started to partake in one of her favourite hobbies - staring for hours on end at a book, turning the pages every now and then to reveal a new page of neatly typed shapes. Crowley wondered what she found so fascinating about those symbols.

There was a knock at the door. The lady went to answer it leaving Crowley behind. He looked out of the window and saw a man hand over a large cardboard box before walking away down the path to a red van with a drawing of a crown on it.

The lady returned to Crowley's room with a pleased look on her face and put the box down on the table. Intrigued, Crowley moved closer to take a look.

She opened the box and pulled out some see-through, cellophane packets, each one containing a small set of clothing. She opened the packets and handed the outfits to him.

"For- for me?" Crowley said with awe. He held up a black jacket, and then put it on over his robe. "Wow!"

There were a lot of different colours and styles but it was the blacks, greys and reds that he was drawn to the most as he looked through everything.

There were three-piece suits as well as more casual attire like denim jeans and T-shirts. There were robes in different cuts but he was mostly interested in the human style clothing.

Another packet contained a dark grey jacket with black detailing, and with it was an ankle length black dress with a burgundy bow at the neck.

The lady seemed confused that the dress was there, gave a little giggle and then tried to take it away from him. Crowley held onto it tightly and she relented with a shrug and a smile.

On television, Crowley had seen that dresses and skirts were typically worn by females. He supposed that this dress was meant for a female demon too, but he didn't care. What was the difference between a dress and a robe anyway? Why should he be limited to trousers just because he was male? He had never worn trousers before. What if he found them uncomfortable?

He took the clothes back to his cage to try on. The bathroom was the only place he had any real privacy so he got changed in there, then posed in front of the floor-length mirror in his bedroom before returning to the human to show off each outfit. She seemed just as delighted as he was. He found trousers a bit odd but thought he would get used to them in time.

The lady allowed him to put away all of the clothes in the luggage trunk in his bedroom where he kept his robes, making him truly feel as though they belonged to him now.

He settled on wearing black jeans, a belt with a snake pattern on it, a black long-sleeved T-shirt and a jacket. He tied a thin grey scarf around his neck and felt incredibly stylish.

There were some more packets in the cardboard box containing clothes in shades of beige and white. She tucked them into a pocket and Crowley realised that they must be for Aziraphale.

Crowley grinned, suddenly excited at the thought of showing Aziraphale his new clothing.

That evening, after he had been returned to his cage and the human's had shared some of their dinner with him, he took out all of his new clothes to decide what to wear when he went to see Aziraphale.

Aziraphale liked to wear waistcoats, bowties, shirts and loose trousers. Crowley wanted to wear something similar, hoping to impress him.

Crowley didn't have any bowties but he did have a black silk cravat. He wore the outfit that came with it, a blue-grey shirt, waistcoat and trousers. He set aside the long jacket, but chose to wear the top hat as he felt it looked elegant.

Looking in the mirror, he decided that his outfit was almost complete.

He returned to his luggage box and found some sunglasses in a case that had come with one of the outfits. He was worried that Aziraphale might be disturbed and put off by his more demonic attributes. While he couldn't do anything about the black wings, he could hide his serpentine eyes.

"Ta da!" Crowley said dramatically, landing beside Aziraphale's cage.

Aziraphale looked him up and down, greatly impressed by Crowley's new look. "Oh, you look very dashing!"

Crowley's cheeks reddened. "Your lady bought me lots of new clothes! Do you like this outfit?"

"Oh, yes. It's lovely. But…" Aziraphale raised his hands and gestured to his own head. "Your hat is on back-to-front. Just give it a quick spin around."

"Oh!" Crowley looked embarrassed and removed the hat. He looked inside it, seeming confused.

"The logo on the inside of the brim goes at the back. Come over here." Aziraphale was itching to re-arrange his hat properly. He had watched enough Period Dramas and documentaries with his owner to know his way around a top hat.

Crowley came up close to the cage and Aziraphale reached through the bars, took his hat and placed it correctly. "There. Perfect."

"Thank you. Should I wear it at a jaunty angle? On TV they sometimes wear hats at a jaunty angle."

"No, no. I think this style works best this way."

"Alright," Crowley said. "I've got a trilby too. I'll show you that another time. It's pretty cool."

"I'm sure that would look nifty at a jaunty angle."

"Yeah."

Crowley shifted uncomfortably. He started doing lunges. "Trousers are a bit weird, aren't they?"

"I- Yes. I do remember them taking a bit of getting used to."

Crowley stood up straight again. "Did you get any new clothes? I thought I saw your lady pocket some stuff."

"Oh, yes! This is a new shirt!" said Aziraphale. "It's rather similar to the ones I usually wear, I grant you, but it's a brighter shade of duck-egg blue."

"Oh! Yeah! It's very nice."

"She got me a new waistcoat too but I am rather fond of this one. She tends to buy me clothes in the styles and colours I wear the most. I think she's taken note of what I like best and I'm sure she'll do the same for you."

"She did buy me quite a variety. Lots of different colours and stuff."

"Crowley, do you mind if- The sunglasses are very nice - very trendy - but it's a shame to not be able to see your eyes."

Crowley took off his sunglasses and smiled at him. Aziraphale beamed back, pleased to be able to read his facial expressions again and make eye contact. A look of pure happiness lit up Crowley's face and Aziraphale felt glad it had not been hidden behind his glasses.

Authors Note:

I picture Crowley and Aziraphale being about 4 or 5 inches tall. They would be able to lay down flat in the palm of your hand, wings hanging over the sides.

Basically Aziraphale and Crowley both live in bird cage's full of dolls house furniture.

The red van with a crown drawn on it is an English Royal Mail Van.

I tried to hint at the two human's working situations. The lady is self-employed/works from home in an office upstairs, so she loves to have Aziraphale and Crowley around to keep her company in the daytime, and the man goes out to work.

The clothes Crowley tries on are all outfits from the show. He wears his Victorian outfit to see Aziraphale, and the dress he finds is his Nanny Ashtoreth outfit. I'm imagining all of the clothes have low backs/cut-out sections/ buttons or zips, to account for their wings.