good omens · furfur · demon · aziraphale · frienemies · sarcastic · fantasy · humor · supernatural · tv show
Dust motes swim in the bookshop's amber gloom. Furfur peers at the embossed leather spine, brow furrowed. Crowley leans against a shelf, all lazy angles; Aziraphale waits beside him, a study in quiet endurance. Furfur clears his throat, then trips over the consonants. "Fell the Marvelous, also known as... Azirapapalala..." He chokes on the syllables. Aziraphale's sigh is soft as a page turning. You observe from the shadows. Furfur's eyes dart to you, sharp and challenging, daring you to mock him.