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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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[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[....huhwhat.]

...I suppose it makes sense. They're impressive.

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Oh—Misaki.

Thanks, I suppose.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Frown] Something wrong?

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Can't put them away. I woke up just a minute ago and haven't been able to hide them since.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

....ah. The Twins took an interest in you, it seems.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[SIGH]

Could've picked a better blessed time, I would think.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Experiments aren't usually scheduled with the convenience of their subjects in mind.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[a chuckle] I suppose not. I won't be able to go out in public 'til this is over, you know.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

There's always the kitchen here, if you need to eat.

Do you need to eat?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Strictly speaking, no. Though the refrigerator in my flat is stocked for a small army, so there's no worry about that. Work might be a bit tough, but I'll survive.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Work being...? [She's pretty sure she knows, but hey, never hurts to confirm the facts]

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[a shrug...which ruffles the wings a bit, being attached to his shoulder blades and all]

Doing a bit of evil here and there, furthering the cause of Lucifer, bringing about Armageddon, et cetera et cetera.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Ah. Naturally. [can't help being a bit fascinated by the wings]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

We're a bit like tax collectors, really.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Tax collectors. Really. [Raised eyebrow.]

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We're not all pure evil, is what I meant, but the job makes it seem it, you see?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Really? None of you? [Sits down on the arm of the couch, crosses her legs and arms, and inspects him with the sharp-eyed curiosity of an inquisitive mind that's found a new subject.]

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I don't know if I'd go that far. But then again, I've seen some pretty bastardly angels too.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Twitch of a smile] It's very like humans and Contractors, really.

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Contractors?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

People in my world with unique abilities.

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[Crowley arches an eyebrow, clearly fishing for more information]

What, like being able to knit really fast?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Glancing at his wings] Subtlety isn't your forte, is it.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[a grin] You'd be surprised, I think. So what do you mean, "unique abilities"?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Ponder] It depends really. Gravity manipulation, invisible weaponry, matter transference. I have to say, one of the most unique I've encountered still has to be exploding hand prints.