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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]

...I suppose that was a bit obvious, wasn't it.

[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

Maybe just a little bit obvious, yeah. You don't have Malice Monsters in your world?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Just angels and demons, I'm afraid.

[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

That must make things easier.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

I doubt you'd think that if you'd met the demons in my world.

[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

I don't know, the big demons I've meet in my world have been pretty bad. One raised a huge floating fortress thing over a city.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Sounds a bit flashy, doesn't it?