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#012 Anachronistic - Good Omens - Books and the Tree of Knowledge
Title: Books and the Tree of Knowledge
Fandom: Good Omens
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Characters: Crowley, Aziraphale
Words: 200
Crowley cursed himself for again putting his foot in it. He’d known the minute the words left his mouth, but it was too late by then.
“I see,” Aziraphale sniffed, turning away.
“Don’t be like that,” Crowley returned.
“You said I was an anachronism,” the angel accused, affronted.
“I didn’t mean you, per se,” Crowley insisted. “I meant, you know, all this,” he waved his hands around the bookshop. “All these old dusty books. Everyone’s on the computers these days. They call them ‘audiobooks,’ I believe.”
Aziraphale clutched the book in his arms protectively. “That shows how modern you are! No one uses computers anymore. It’s mobile phones now.”
“They read books on their phones?” Crowley asked skeptically.
Aziraphale sighed regretfully. “I don’t think they read much anymore.”
“That I can believe.” When they did read, it was to imbibe all the lies Crowley’s side was pumping out on a regular basis. The twenty-first century was too easy, in his opinion. Those gullible humans believed whatever garbage Hell posted on the internet. No creativity. No finesse.
“Perhaps we’re both anachronisms,” Aziraphale suggested, echoing Crowley’s thoughts.
Crowley slung his arm around the angel’s shoulders. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Fandom: Good Omens
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Characters: Crowley, Aziraphale
Words: 200
Crowley cursed himself for again putting his foot in it. He’d known the minute the words left his mouth, but it was too late by then.
“I see,” Aziraphale sniffed, turning away.
“Don’t be like that,” Crowley returned.
“You said I was an anachronism,” the angel accused, affronted.
“I didn’t mean you, per se,” Crowley insisted. “I meant, you know, all this,” he waved his hands around the bookshop. “All these old dusty books. Everyone’s on the computers these days. They call them ‘audiobooks,’ I believe.”
Aziraphale clutched the book in his arms protectively. “That shows how modern you are! No one uses computers anymore. It’s mobile phones now.”
“They read books on their phones?” Crowley asked skeptically.
Aziraphale sighed regretfully. “I don’t think they read much anymore.”
“That I can believe.” When they did read, it was to imbibe all the lies Crowley’s side was pumping out on a regular basis. The twenty-first century was too easy, in his opinion. Those gullible humans believed whatever garbage Hell posted on the internet. No creativity. No finesse.
“Perhaps we’re both anachronisms,” Aziraphale suggested, echoing Crowley’s thoughts.
Crowley slung his arm around the angel’s shoulders. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”