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FWUMP!

"Angel!" Crowley hisses. Aziraphale laughs harshly in the background, admiring the perfect aim of the snowball to Crowley's face. The snow slowly falls from his face to the floor, leaving pieces clumped in Crowley's eyelashes, hair and eyebrows. He spats out a few pieces of snow before leaning down and gathering a clump, hurling it directly at Aziraphale. 

"You're on, Angel!" Crowley yells, gathering up multiple snowballs.

This feud goes on for an hour and a half, they kept count but lost count around the thirty-eight minute mark when their walls came down... literally. The Angel almost used his halo on the demon when his side didn't look too great, but finally decided against it. The fight officially ended when Crowley collapsed into the snow with a pluff! 

"C-Crowley?.. Is this some sort of tactic.." The angel picks up a clump of snow, throwing it directly at Crowley's head. He was face first in the snow, and didn't flinch or move a muscle. "Oh, fuck." Aziraphale curses.

"Crowley, dear?" He shakes his shoulder. "Dear, can you hear me?" 

"Nggkkkk.." Crowley makes a noise from the snow.

With no great efforts, Aziraphale flips Crowley on his side.

The angel holds in a gasp when he sees Crowley visibly paler than usual, by a lot.

"Dear, are you alright?"

"hjdjdjdjdjjdjd... sssso coldd.." He shivers but his muscles are very tense, refraining him from moving.

"Ah. Serpent. Cold-blooded.. so sorry, dear, let's get you to the bookshop, yes?" Aziraphale smiles, helping Crowley up-- well, not so much as helping him up as carrying him.

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When they get to the bookshop, Crowley has defrosted a bit. He is immediately wrapped in layers upon layers of blankets, so to say he wasn't taken care of would be a major understatement.

"Tea for you, dear?" Aziraphale offers. 

"hjdjdjdj," He replies with.

"Alright, hot cocoa?"

"hdjdjsssssss."

"Perfect. I'll be back in two shakes of a lambs tail, stay here!" He can hear Crowley hiss in the background while Aziraphale disappears into the kitchen.

A few minutes later, the two are curled up on the couch together while Crowley defrosts and Aziraphale reads his book.

"Angelllllll.." The 'L' is drawn out and shaky. 

"Yes, my dear?" Aziraphale sets down his book, his heart rate picking up slightly from the tone of Crowley's voice.

"I'm coold.." He whines, trying to get as close as possible to Aziraphale.

"I know, my dear. But who's fault is that?" He asks, setting the book down and wrapping an arm around Crowley's blanket cocooned form.

"Yoursssss!" He hisses, his head snuggling underneath Aziraphale's chin.

"Ok, ok, fine," Aziraphale caves in. "I'm so sorry, my dear."

There's silence.

"Crowley?" Aziraphale peaks at the demon's sleeping face. He can't help a wide grin. 

"Silly snake," He kisses the top of Crowley's head, rubbing small circles on his back.