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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.

Comments

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

A little, yeah, Why d'you ask?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Nn. Research. [He shrugs.] Trying to find how it works where other people are from.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Ah. It...doesn't really work so much, in my reality. If you're an angel or a demon you just are.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

No immortal humans?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley looks...like the idea had never actually occurred to him]

None that I'm aware of. Unless maybe the Anti-Christ, though I doubt it.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Anti-Christ. [Heh] Should look him up when the world ends, I guess.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Bit late by that point, isn't it?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Frowning thoughtfully] Dunno. What would happen to a human who can't die, you think?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Never really thought of it. I don't think I'd care to be the last one wandering around the ash pile that used to be Earth, though.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Makes a noise that can only be classified as a noise; it's too noncommittal for specifics.]