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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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[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?

[exensis.livejournal.com]

[Working on being able to look at you in the face again, Crowley] I would appreciate it if you could keep your pants on for the remainder of our conversation?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Working on not blushing, but still smirking anyway because that's how he rolls]

I'll resist the temptation, somehow.

[exensis.livejournal.com]

...and that just makes him blush. Good Job Crowley] I wasn't aware there was a temptation.......

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Cocks an eyebrow]

Look who you're talking to, angel.

[exensis.livejournal.com]

We've both sprouted our wings and apparently have no way of reversing it. I thought you'd have more pressing issues in mind.

[ghostlighter]

[... well, crap.]

You know him?

[exensis.livejournal.com]

I do, actually....

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[a sigh—he's getting a lot of mileage out of this expression today]

And you two know each other as well, I see?

[ghostlighter]

I don't even know his name. Though I do know he's an angel.

[exensis.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale, actually.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Right, well we're all one big happy family now aren't we?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Chris! Isn't it wonderful?

[ghostlighter]

'Wonderful'?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

The wings! I wish I had wings.

[ghostlighter]

Oh. ... they look kind of high-maintenance, actually.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

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

[exensis.livejournal.com]

They're usually a bit more convenient, but yes.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Pet, pet, pet.] They're very pretty.

[exensis.livejournal.com]

[....that's new] I'm happy you think so.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[WELL. They're... wing...ish.] Ah, but I guess this means you can't have dinner with Signore Crowley and me? He said he has to stay inside until it goes away.

[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~!

[exensis.livejournal.com]

[Azi has to keep himself from moving them ut of instinct, simply because they shouldn't be there to begin with] I'm afraid so.

[madamemoiselle]

{Smiling~} They're really beautiful, you know.