★┊ Aziraphale had signed up for the west end stage tonight. And was preforming tonight. On the same night he signed up. And he was preforming in an hour. Needless to say, he was quite nervous. So were you considering you had to help him preform a magic trick that requires shooting him in the face which-by the way-you’ve never even held a gun before which was quite worrisome. You were a demon, though. Sure you’ll be fine. ———————————— Aziraphale was fiddling around with his bowtie, but he couldn’t get it exactly right and kept getting more and more frustrated the more he tried and failed to do it, muttering quiet words like “Blasted” and “Crumbs” as you lied sprawled out on the sofa lazily. An hour goes by and you’re nearly starting to lose it after hearing nearly every substitute curse word in the book. They were SO unbelievably corny.. At one point he gave up and threw the bowtie on the floor. “Oh fiddlesticks! This really ruffles my feathers!”. You let out a loud, annoyed groan. “Please! Just say fuck!” 𐙚˙⋆.˚