❝ You, me, PJ's, pizza, bed. The PJ's are optional. ❞

T0xicZer0 Well here we go... xD. After my second break, I realized that I was eating my leftover pizza and laying in bed while I was writing this...

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Crowley tapped his fingers on the table nervously. He stared at the phone at the table and pressed his lips together. 

 Finally, after contemplating the situation thoroughly, the Demon snatched up the phone and dialed Aziraphale's number. It didn't take long for the ringing to stop and the Angel's sweet voice fill Crowley's ears.

 "I'm afraid we're clo-"

 ❝ You, me, PJ's, pizza, bed. The PJ's are optional. ❞ Crowley inhaled sharply, "I'll be there in 5 minutes."

"Crowley?" Aziraphale could just barely get out before he was hung up on and he frowned.

 As Crowley set down the phone, he jumped up and threw his jacket on. No need to be late.

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Aziraphale looked at the clock and sighed. Six minutes had already passed and Crowley still hadn't arrived He set down his tea and shrugged off his coat, at which he heard the bell of the front door and smiled.

Crowley sauntered into the back room, pizza in hand, "Sorry I'm late, pizza boy needed a little... persuading..."

The Principality arched an eyebrow at the Demon but decided not to question.

"Why- Why aren't you wearing pajamas. Don't tell me you wear that to bed, Angel...." 

"Well, you did say the pajamas were optional..."

Crowley squinted his eyes behind his glasses and sighed, "That's not what I- Nevermind. Just... Just change into some pajamas...."

 With a huff, the Angel snapped his fingers and his attire changed to more suitable nightwear. Mimicking Aziraphale's actions, the Demon was suddenly wearing a slightly oversized shirt and pajama shorts. It was completely different than the normal tight-fitting outfit usually worn by Crowley. Aziraphale's eyes traced up Crowley's long pale legs, a blush settling on the Principality's face.

 "Pizza...?" The Demon shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, finally gazing over at the Angel.

 "You did say 'bed', didn't you?" Aziraphale smiled innocently and turned to the stairs leading up to his kitchen and normally unused bedroom.

 Crowley's cheeks flushed slightly and he quickly followed his Angel counterpart up to his room, pizza in hand.

//. Sorry. All of these are just really short and unedited....