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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.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But what happened? [Lowers her gun and brushes her hair away from her face with one hand.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Nothi—er...I don't know.

I can't put them away, for some reason. Woke up with them out like this.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She can't resist coming over to stroke one of his wings. *____* Winnnngs.] They're stuck?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[sldkfjs looks around to make sure no one's watching this >>;]

They are. Made sleeping on the couch a bit tricky toward the end there. Was it the loud thumping noise woke you up? [a smile]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Ah, I think maybe. Did it hurt when they came out? [ D8 ]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head]

No, it never hurts when it happens. It's just bloody frustrating not being able to put them away.

—er, sorry.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Still petting his wing. :|] Sorry? Why?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[he just shakes his head again; must stop cursing in front of the little girl]

It's nothing. I suppose I've woken you up for good then?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Now treating the wing rather like a blanket. SORRY CROWLEY. >>] I wasn't very asleep.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[sldkfjs sigh...internal sigh]

Still, the timing could have been better—

—or on second thought, maybe not. Just think if we'd been in a shop or something.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

That would have been bad. [o.o]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[chuckling]

Good thing I don't have to leave the flat for food, or we'd really be in trouble. We'll just have to stay indoors for...however long this takes.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

You should sleep in the bed. I can sleep on the couch. They're very big wings. [Sets her gun down on the plane and sits on the couch next to him, snuggling against curve of his wing.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

...you're certain? I'm sure I can make do, or figure something else out.

[He doesn't really do much to stop her. It's his fault she woke up, after all :|]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes, it's okay. [Closes her eyes, petting his wing again.] Signore Aziraphale has wings too, right? Do you think his came out?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[hadn't thought of that]

I dunno. That would certainly make life more complicated all-around, wouldn't it? If it hasn't happened to him at least he can move about the city for us.

...though how he'll do it without me to drive him around is beyond me.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I think it would be nice to have wings. [Rests her cheek against his wing, stroking one of the feathers next to her face.] Even if it's hard to go through doors and things.

Oh, but if his came out too, does that mean he can't come to dinner?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[trying to hide a smile] It's not bad, I guess. 'S a bit hard to judge, having had them since I was created.

Not necessarily. He'll be able to get here just fine, it's going out around people that's the problem.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Is it hard to live so long? [Eyes half-closed.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Hard? Not really.

[a sigh, and he speaks more quietly]

It's only getting close to people that makes it difficult.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. [Mmph. She rubs her eyes.] I like being with you, even if it's just for a while.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[a sad smile THAT SHE CAN'T SEE >>;]

Yeah. [and he ruffles her hair a little]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Eep, ruffled hair. But she is nodding off again.] I want you to meet signore Jose some time, signore. I want you to be able to visit when I go home.