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Aziraphale was up and about well before his husband was, although there was hardly anything unusual about that. Nor was there anything unusual about the fact that he had already made and consumed three mugs of tea before said husband even began to stir. He'd long since retrieved a small stack of books from the shop downstairs and returned to the bedroom, in fact - just in time for Crowley to fully embrace his serpentine nature and practically constrict him between gangly arms and legs. Aziraphale gently patted his back until he could breathe again, then resorted to combing his fingers through the soft red locks. Crowley hummed happily, stretching and then settling deeper against Aziraphale's tummy, golden eyes blinking lazily as he twisted slightly to look up at his husband's smiling face.
"Good morning, dearest," Aziraphale greeted warmly, lifting his eyebrows slightly when Crowley's only response was to blink again and smile up at him softly. Within moments, he was dozing again, recognizing that Aziraphale was in no rush to get up and moving for the day.
They did, eventually, have to get up though, particularly once someone started knocking on the front door. It turned out to be Nina, checking in like she did every Sunday morning with coffee and pastries to get the demon up out of bed. Unlike other times, though, Crowley actually accompanied Aziraphale downstairs, staying at the base of the stairs, where he could sulk in the shadows instead of being noticed. After a minute of small talk, Nina left again, rejoining her wife in the cafe across the street to serve other customers. Aziraphale turned, barely stifling a flinch when he saw Crowley's eyes glowing out of the darkness.
"Stop that and come get your breakfast," he scolded gently, already moving toward the sofa that had quickly become Crowley's favorite all those years ago. The quiet rasp of scales signaled that his husband had listened, but also that he wouldn't have hands. Sure enough, it was a massive snake that wrapped up his legs and into his lap, not a man. He didn't complain, tearing apart a croissant to feed to Crowley, who shivered happily, briefly tightening his coils in thanks. "Now, to my knowledge, neither of us have any sort of plans for the day, but the weather is supposed to be relatively pleasant today, and not too cold, so I don't particularly want to just stay in the bookshop all day. I'm guessing you would probably protest being anywhere all that crowded, so no theaters or shops for now, either. But - if you feel up to it - I can carry you over to St. James and we can watch the ducks instead until you're ready to come home."
Crowley lifted his head until his golden eyes were level with Aziraphale's bright blue, then leaned in so that his snout bumped against his angel's nose gently. Aziraphale glanced down pointedly at his massive coils, practically pinning him to the couch like a heavily weighted blanket, but Crowley had already returned to working his way through the croissant, although he refused to swallow it whole, so he pinned it in place with the nearest coil while he tugged at it with his fangs.
"Dear boy, you'll have to be quite smaller than that if I'm carrying you to our bench, and if you don't want to draw attention," he chuckled fondly, running his fingers over Crowley's triangular head gently. The demon closed his eyes and leaned into the touch blissfully, temporarily forgetting about his croissant. Even so, the sheer bulk of the Serpent of Eden faded away until he was a much more manageable size - about the size of a Kirtland's snake instead, wrapping around Aziraphale's arm with the croissant in his jaws like a toy. The angel huffed with amusement, miracling the rest of the pastries to the kitchen and summoning a bag of duck feed. When Crowley gave him an odd look, he also summoned a bag of frozen peas. Crowley squeezed him just a little bit tighter, then relaxed against his bicep.
Aziraphale was careful to make them appear out of sight of any humans when he miracled them to the park, then strolled without concern to their usual bench. They passed a couple of teens before they reached it, and both teens eyes Crowley curiously, intrigued by the snake who was still carrying his croissant happily, at least until his eyes focused on them coldly and they looked away quickly. He relaxed again, shifting his grip on the flaky pastry when he felt some of the layers peeling and sticking to his mouth uncomfortably.
As soon as the bags of feed got set down, Aziraphale carefully fed him a few more pieces of the croissant as he unwound from his arm to instead coil tightly in his lap. Fingers brushed lovingly down his flexible spine and he shivered, practically melting under the touch as Aziraphale alternated handfuls of the two kinds of duck food that they had brought along. As ducks gathered at his feet, Crowley stirred, slithering closer to his knees to watch the birds. A nightingale flew by for a beak full of food, then disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Crowley - warmed comfortably by the sun - let himself slip off into sleep, and Aziraphale smiled gently, trusted with watching over his demon. It was shaping up to be a good day.