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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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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

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

[ghostlighter]

[Doesn't say anything for a moment, because he's not sure what to say.]

... That's new.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

It isn't, actually. [HEAVY SIGH]

Although not being able to hide them is quite new, I'll admit.

[ghostlighter]

No, I doubt they would be for a six thousand year old fallen angel. [Slight brow quirk here.]

You can't put them back?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Have an eyebrow arching right back at you, Chris :|]

I can't. Made sleeping on the couch a bit difficult toward the end there.

[ghostlighter]

I'll bet.

... You know what, though? I've been thinking. You mentioned being the downfall of human kind, right? You're a fallen angel. You've been alive roughly as long as the earth if you're going by Christian mythology. Not to mention those eyes of yours...

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Longer than that, actually. It just gets difficult to measure time before the palm trees and the hedgehogs started sprouting up.

You don't drop things easily, do you?

[ghostlighter]

Not really. [Resists the urge to make a joke about it being the death of him some day, because that's pretty bad taste even for him.]

I guess I just have one question. Visit any good garden resorts lately?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley grins]

Bravo, you've figured me out.

[ghostlighter]

[Just quirks a brow, then smirks.] With you dropping hints all over the place, how could I not?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

One hint, one time. And no one else on the Plane has gone beyond "demon" even with me dropping hints. They're all fairly susceptible to the utterly devious "change of subject."

[ghostlighter]

Guess they must not really care that much. [shrug] Although... I have to admit, you're not much like the demons I've ever met back home.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

I've heard that more than once around here. Though I suppose you wouldn't much like the others of my kind from my own reality, either.

[ghostlighter]

You're just the exception, then.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

You...could say that. Hang around humans long enough, you tend to gain an appreciation for the little things in life. Like mixed drinks and tailored suits.

[ghostlighter]

Ahhh. So you're just enjoying the perks.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[a shrug]

I don't know...it changes you, being around all that Free Will for so long. I'm a little more independent than the rest of the pack, or at least I like to think so.

[ghostlighter]

You don't have free will? [... pause, because if this really is the guy from the Bible, that's a bit of a no-brainer.] Never mind. You mind if I ask how that works? I mean... if that's the case, how did you hypnotize Henrietta?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

You pick a few things up, here and there. Humans are an interesting lot.

And is this mere curiosity, or are you pumping me for information?

[ghostlighter]

[Slight pause... then he shrugs.] Does it really matter?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

That depends—why do you care so much? Planning an exorcism or something?

[ghostlighter]

[Can't help but snrking just a little at the irony — demons are vanquished; ghosts are exorcised.]

No. ... You haven't given me a reason to yet. But I guess you won't tell me any more unless I tell you what I want, huh?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[a shrug]

I don't know. Were you planning on keeping this up all day?

If so, I might think about putting some pants on, I suppose.

[ghostlighter]

[...] Yeah. You might want to do that.

I only have one question, actually. Right now, at least.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[carelessly waves a hand; is now wearing pants! lookit that]

All right. Fire when ready.