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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Everyone remembers Crowley's white leather couch, right? Cause here it is again, with a rumpled blanket on top of it. It looks sort of like someone's been sleeping on it. That someone, presumably, being Crowley himself, who's just shown up with the couch in a plain white t-shirt and black silk boxers, sans sunglasses and with bed-rumpled hair.]

[...and really big black feathered wings coming out of his shoulder blades. The shirt's torn on the back pretty badly.]

[Crowley looks...confused. Concerned? Whichever it is, he's sort of turning in circles at the moment, almost like a cat chasing its tail. After a moment of this he gives up and falls back on the couch, dropping his face into his hands.]

...bugger.

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[In her fuzzy pink and white bathrobe--and because she heard a noise in the living room, her P90 at the ready.]

Ah... signore?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Looks up, but doesn't get up from the couch just yet]

Ah, it's nothing. Nothing to worry about, anyway.

[ghostlighter]

[... can you say 'whoa'?]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[After a moment he registers that someone else is there, and looks up. And just...looks back at Chris.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[....mmmm, feathers. Have a kitty stalking you]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Oddly enough, the idea that Cy might stalk him for feathers doesn't even occur to him. He's not around animals very much :|]

Cy.

[exensis.livejournal.com]

[Azipharale, on his part, is wearing his coat, shirt, tie, and dress pants. He also happens to have a large pair of white wings sticking out of his back. He's about to comment about said wings when it registers that Crowley is currently down to only his boxers] I pair of pants wouldn't hurt, you know.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley's head snaps up when he hears that familiar voice, and realizing that he's in front of Az in just his boxers...ohshi-]

[he folds his wings in front of himself and conjures a pair of black trousers.]

Better?

[ghostlighter]

[... well, crap.]

You know him?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Ah! You have wings too! [Delighted, she is.]

[madamemoiselle]

{OH MAN two people with wings. ♥ But Diva feels like she could get away with touching Azipharale's more than Crowley's, so she does, just lightly} Ne, they're real after all~!

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[No longer slathered in mud, but she's still filthy with it, her clothes crusty and her hair brown with grit.]

Gods' bones.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[He looks up—oh hai Aniki, have some snake eyes]

Funny way of putting it.

[contract_star]

[Lurking and watching with a bemused expression. Lawl wings wat.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't realize Hei's there right away. Too busy being freaked out and just generally pouty :|]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[....huhwhat.]

...I suppose it makes sense. They're impressive.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Oh—Misaki.

Thanks, I suppose.

[coil-legacy.livejournal.com]

[HOLYCRAPITS] An angel!

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley's head snaps up]

Oh, er, hallo again.

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

[Tiffany's quiet for a moment, debating the merits of being startled, but that part of her brain that runs on undiluted logic wins out.]

A poncho might do better than that shirt right now... Though I suppose you could always walk around without a top all together, but I suggest putting some pants on if you do that. [...Why did that have to be the first thing out of her mouth.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley looks up...and promptly blushes at this coming from an eleven year old. Just a little blush though >>;]

[He folds his wings around in front of him and conjures a pair of black trousers, then returns them to where they were before]

Ponchos aren't very stylish though, are they?

[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

[Wings. Black feathered wings. One of his fusion forms has black wings. So now he's curious and is studying you Crowley.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[After continuing to pout for a little longer, Crowley finally looks up. Why hello there person he doesn't know! Have some bright yellow snake eyes peering at you.]

Hallo there.

[madamemoiselle]

{Diva looks like a little kid at Christmas. Because wings? THAT IS SO COOL.} Ahh, they're really beautiful!

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley looks up...and promptly wraps his wings around the front of himself so he can conjure some pants >>;]

Oh, hi there. Ah...thanks.

[humanwaterdemon.livejournal.com]

[Have a staring Bai] Are those...?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Looks up, and can't help but give a slightly sarcastic smile]

Wings, yes.

1/3

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[fdhsjkfhdkjsa]

2/3

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[DUDE DUDE DUDE]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Pushes his hat back on his head and scratches his scalp.] Huh. You a demon?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley looks up, and immediately goes into defensive mode! Which...consists entirely of:]

That depends. Are you a demon-hunter?