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[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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[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.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Apep? [Plunks down on the plane.] Your winch broke.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[...ffff cat, why must you make him smile when he's trying to pout :|]

That's one way of putting it. An experiment, d'you think?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

S' got the smell of porcelain all over it.

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[the silence is deafening for a moment]

I think I actually understood that.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[...]

Of course you did. I'm comprehensible.

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[grins]

Been out there getting into trouble lately?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Purrrrr~~ She hops up onto the couch next to him.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

I'm still not petting you.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Gives him a Look and attacks one of the wings] Mine!

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[lsjdflsf Crowley jumps up, trying to move his wing away from the fuzzy little nightmare]

Hey! Mine, and I'd like to keep them attached, thank you!

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[WINGS. MOVING. She jumps up at them again, making little guttural kitty noises.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley steps away from the couch and points a finger at Cy]

These are absolutely not cat toys, do you hear me?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Her eyes are pretty much all pupil; she burbles and leaps rather impressively at him.] Your head in my mouth!

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[lskjfls Crowley jumps back and then up, flexing the wings. He comes to something akin to a hover, about five feet off the ground.]

Absolutely not. Don't make me go fetch a cat carrier.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[OH YOU DID NOT THREATEN HER WITH A CAT CARRIER. She hops onto the couch, climbs onto the back of it and, with the requisite crouch and butt-wriggle, flings herself at him again.]

BANZAI!

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[lskdjfls blessed persistent cat B| ]

[Crowley climbs a bit higher in the air]

Oh, come on now. Is this what it's going to be like the entire time this lasts?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Thump. Kitty on the plane. She mutters and bluish light erupts around her--OH HAI THAR, have a big kitty.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Oh, for the love of—

[flying a little higher now]

Is that really necessary?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[...oh fine. She flops onto her side and there is little!kitty there again.] You're no fun.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

It's supposed to be fun to be a cat toy? To have claws waving around, aiming at your wings? Oh, pardon me, I must've missed the memo.