If one were to count Aion’s negative traits on one hand, you would run out of fingers quickly. 

Pretending to be a God, a ball of anxiety and an inability to talk like a regular person unless his face was hidden despite the God thing, stranger than most and a grown man with chuunibyou. Though Crow had to admit that last one applied to him just as much as it did Aion.

Finding good qualities that didn’t have to do with his skills in music (be it guitar or piano) was like pulling teeth. Not because he didn’t have any, but because Crow was as stubborn as the oxen on his family’s farm about not looking at them.

Maybe he just had a thing for when Aion spoke in that foreign language he didn’t know a word of. The language Aion refused to teach him, even when he asked nicely. Crow found it very difficult to ask something nicely of Aion, and then the asshole had the nerve to say no.

Crow stared at Aion, who was playing quietly on his unplugged guitar, working out the kinks of his guitar solo for their new song. “Hey Wimpion,” he called out, drawing Aion’s eyes toward him. “How d’you say ‘you’re a pain in my ass’?”

Aion stared down at him, before raising his hand to cover his face. “‘You are a pain in this God’s behind’.”

Crow’s sharp heels clicked against the floor as he stomped over to him to point in his face. “You know that’s not what I meant!” He had half a mind to grab him by the collar, if he didn’t think it would guarantee that Aion rebuffed him.

For a long moment, Aion stayed quiet, before finally speaking up again. “Ich liebe dich, nervensäge.”

Completely ignoring Yaiba choking on his water at the other end of the room, Crow grinned. Finally he got to know how to say something in Aion’s native language. He pointed his finger at Aion again, grin on his face. “Ich libbe ditch, nerve-ensage!”

He could see Aion hide his face, shoulders shaking almost imperceptibly. Was he laughing at him? “Hey, screw you, I tried with the pronunciation, okay!”

Aion’s eye peeked at him from behind his hand. Was he blushing? His pronunciation hadn’t been that bad, had it? “Come on man, I’ll master this shit in no time! Piece of cake!”

Averting his eye, Aion shook his head. “Pity the fool forced to teach you.”

Crow blinked. “Aren’t you the fool here, then? I dunno anyone else who speaks it.”

This time it was Aion’s turn to choke, managing to do so on nothing but air.

Crow had no idea what he meant when he heard him whisper ‘I didn’t think this through’ , though.

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