Climate

Singapore, Crowley decided, was hot. And humid. And uncomfortable. And forcing Aziraphale to wear much less than he usually did- thin, white cotton shirt and jeans. Both of which Crowley made for him, since Aziraphale refused to and there was just too much of an opportunity for the demon to resist.

Smirking, Crowley enjoyed his profile view of Aziraphale with the top of his shirt unbuttoned, face flushed and slightly panting, in jeans which were almost spray-painted on. (1)

Singapore, Crowley decided, was in need of celestial interference. Which would necessitate both of them staying here for a while. Preferably long enough for him to force the angel into shorts.

Crowley decided he liked it here already.

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(1) – Aziraphale was too hot and uncomfortable to notice, or do anything about it.