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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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[madamemoiselle]

Really? What made them...appear, I guess?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley shrugs, causing the wings to ruffle a bit]

Beats me. I can't put them away like usual, either.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, is that it? It might be that the Twins did something. They like doing little...um, experiments, to people here.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

So I've heard. They could have picked a better blessed time to go messing around with me.

[madamemoiselle]

Mmm, well they don't seemed to be that concerned with convenience to us.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

I'd noticed. It's a good thing I don't have anywhere to be for a while. Going around town's right out at this point.

[madamemoiselle]

Ah, that much is true. It's inconvenient, but you can always stay here if you need to.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

At the very least I'm going to have to find something a bit larger to sleep on, or at least a little less narrow. [eyes the couch B|]

[madamemoiselle]

{Looks at it} That's what you sleep on?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Not permanently no, it's a temporary arrangement. Houseguests.

[madamemoiselle]

Ah, then that's very generous of you.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Ngh. Don't go spreading it around.

[madamemoiselle]

...You're not proud of that?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[a wry smile]

I'm a demon, we're not meant to be generous. Or anything of the sort, really.

[madamemoiselle]

Well who cares about that? {With a sigh} Ne, that's like something Gene would say.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[a shrug]

Maybe it doesn't matter so much here, but back on Earth it's best to keep up appearances if nothing else.

[madamemoiselle]

It definitely doesn't matter here at all. {Nods with assurance}

After all, if it did, then I certainly wouldn't have made so many friends here.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

You can't be all that bad back in your own reality.

[madamemoiselle]

Mmm, you'd be surprised. Humans are afraid of me once they know what I am.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Are there many vampires in your reality?

[madamemoiselle]

Not at all. There's only sister and I. Well, and there were our Chevalier, but now only hers, Haji, is left. Mine are all dead.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Chevalier?

[madamemoiselle]

Well, you know that idea that when a vampire bites you, then you turn into one? Well, that's not how it is for us, but when a human drinks our blood, they turn into our Chevalier, our knights. They're not quite as strong as their Queens, but they're bound to us by blood and have all our powers.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Oh.

Are there other supernatural beings in your reality then, beside vampires?

[madamemoiselle]

Not that I know of! There's just us.