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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.

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[In her fuzzy pink and white bathrobe--and because she heard a noise in the living room, her P90 at the ready.]

Ah... signore?

[ghostlighter]

[... can you say 'whoa'?]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Looks up, but doesn't get up from the couch just yet]

Ah, it's nothing. Nothing to worry about, anyway.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[....mmmm, feathers. Have a kitty stalking you]

[exensis.livejournal.com]

[Azipharale, on his part, is wearing his coat, shirt, tie, and dress pants. He also happens to have a large pair of white wings sticking out of his back. He's about to comment about said wings when it registers that Crowley is currently down to only his boxers] I pair of pants wouldn't hurt, you know.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But what happened? [Lowers her gun and brushes her hair away from her face with one hand.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[After a moment he registers that someone else is there, and looks up. And just...looks back at Chris.]

[ghostlighter]

[Doesn't say anything for a moment, because he's not sure what to say.]

... That's new.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Oddly enough, the idea that Cy might stalk him for feathers doesn't even occur to him. He's not around animals very much :|]

Cy.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[No longer slathered in mud, but she's still filthy with it, her clothes crusty and her hair brown with grit.]

Gods' bones.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Apep? [Plunks down on the plane.] Your winch broke.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley's head snaps up when he hears that familiar voice, and realizing that he's in front of Az in just his boxers...ohshi-]

[he folds his wings in front of himself and conjures a pair of black trousers.]

Better?

[exensis.livejournal.com]

[Working on being able to look at you in the face again, Crowley] I would appreciate it if you could keep your pants on for the remainder of our conversation?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[He looks up—oh hai Aniki, have some snake eyes]

Funny way of putting it.

[contract_star]

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

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Nothi—er...I don't know.

I can't put them away, for some reason. Woke up with them out like this.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[....huhwhat.]

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

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

It isn't, actually. [HEAVY SIGH]

Although not being able to hide them is quite new, I'll admit.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She can't resist coming over to stroke one of his wings. *____* Winnnngs.] They're stuck?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[...ffff cat, why must you make him smile when he's trying to pout :|]

That's one way of putting it. An experiment, d'you think?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Is it now.

[ghostlighter]

No, I doubt they would be for a six thousand year old fallen angel. [Slight brow quirk here.]

You can't put them back?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Working on not blushing, but still smirking anyway because that's how he rolls]

I'll resist the temptation, somehow.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

S' got the smell of porcelain all over it.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

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