ineffable-bisexual answered:
(2/2) It becomes a high honor to host Mr. A. Z. Fell and, if they were very lucky, a privilege to hear him lecture on the aesthetics of different societies. Everyone he meets is absolutely amazed that he wears his great-great-great grandfather’s clothing with such ease, as if they weren’t a hundred years old, and appeared to fit him perfectly. It gets a bit much when museums by the bunch start sending him letters and representatives asking him to lend his clothing for display, so he lays low now
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OHhhhhhhhhh I love this one so much!! I don’t know much about fashion trends, but I can see Aziraphale sort of scoffing at these parties about “today’s fashion” and how they will never hold a candle to the 18th century.
Can you imagine him ever dragging Crowley there, as well?? What if Aziraphale conjured up (or even saved!) some wardrobe that Crowley used to wear, say, from Edwardian England. After much cajoling, Crowley (as always) indulges his angel, and says that he’s only going to stay for 20 minutes and then make some excuse about going home to feed the cat or whatever else, but…
…he actually starts to enjoy himself! He sees how happy Aziraphale is and he’s in his element for sure, especially since he wants to show off how absolutely handsome Crowley looks in his attire.
“Oh, let me introduce you to my husband Anthony. Doesn’t he look perfect in this waistcoat? It was tailored just for hi–uh, his great-uncle, and we didn’t even need to alter it in any way!”
Crowley begins to blame the vintage year wine that’s flowing at the party for the flush in his cheeks.