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

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

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[That's fine. Hei is content to just spy for now. He's learning things already! Like that demons have wings!]

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[Eventually he's going to notice you Hei, when he stops pouting >>;]

Ah. Hello again.

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[Coolly,] Hello.

Wings, huh?

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[a nod]

Having trouble keeping them hidden at the moment, it seems.

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Too bad.

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[falls silent for a moment]

Come to have another go at me, have you?

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I have no reason to this time. [Not yet, anyway.]

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Right. I guess we ought to keep it that way.

Needing something, then? Or just come to laugh at my continuing misfortune?

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Just coming to investigate, actually. I didn't know you had wings.

[Long pause.] And to tell you that I don't think Henrietta should be around you.

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[Crowley stays quiet himself for a while, then runs a hand through his dishevelled hair]

So I should just send her back? Let them take her out killing again?

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She still needs a vacation. I could take her. Maybe even Chris could.

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[Looks away]

And how am I supposed to get her to you, like this?

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She's on the Plane, isn't she? [It occurs to Hei, a bit too late, that his reality isn't even merged with Henrietta's yet. It wouldn't matter, but for all he knows Diva's mansion is right on top of the Agency or somewhere worse where she might be noticed. He saves that to figure out later.]

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She is, yeah. Or she could be, easily enough.

[a pause, and then a smile (that's just a little sad, if Hei's paying attention/cares)]

I'm that horrible, am I?

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[Hei is always paying attention! The caring, not so much. You were kind of an asshole before, Crowley :|]

You hypnotized her. It doesn't matter that you didn't then tell her to go out and kill someone. It's the same principle as conditioning.

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[Runs a hand down his face; he seems to have collected himself]

All right. Give me one more day? She's supposed to be cooking dinner for the angel and myself, and it'll give her time to gather her things.

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[Well. Hei was honestly not expecting that.]

Alright, then. ...Thank you.

[Looks away.] You...do seem to really care about her. And she likes you.

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Yeah, well.

I suppose you'll want the hypnosis lifted as well?

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I'd prefer it.

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All right. I'll bring her to the Plane with her things tomorrow, and drop it then. She's in your hands after that.

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[Hei is wondering if it's really all that easy.]

...Alright, then.