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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[There is a demon at the bar—not an altogether unnatural sight. What makes this instance different is that Crowley is wearing a posh-looking bathrobe over pajamas (and the sunglasses, of course), he's got a slight case of bedhead going, and he's sitting at the bar eating a bowl of cereal. To go along with his nutritious breakfast is a half-empty glass of wine and a half-empty bottle on the bar nearby.]

[And if that isn't enough, there's a small, sort of blobby looking thing next to him on the bar that looks to be somehow devouring bits of lettuce. Every once in a while the blob makes a strange chiming sound. Crowley just stares at it for a moment and then continues to eat his cereal.]

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[And here comes Henrietta, because she knows that sound. She's not looking as pale or ill as last time, fortunately!] Signore! You brought Xing!

[HUGGLES THE BLOB]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Well there's a relief. He just sort of watches her cuddle the blob for a moment and then takes another bite of cereal.]

We'd run out of lettuce in the flat.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

You did? [She almost tries to make more, but catches herself short of actually waving her hand at the counter. Because making things requires handwaving.]

[mercwamouth]

...Blob?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

It's Henrietta's.

[mercwamouth]

And "Eraserhead" belongs to David Lynch, but that doesn't help explain what the fuck it is.

[ghostlighter]

[Chris recognizes that blob. :| It is the reason he had a huge dragon chasing him not so long ago.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley stops stabbing at his cereal with his spoon long enough to have a sip of wine, then nods to Chris.]

Hallo.

[ghostlighter]

[One last B| for Xing before he nods back to Crowley.]

Hey. You kept it?

[exensis.livejournal.com]

[The angel seems amused, taking a seat on the bar besides him] That's not all that healthy for you, dear boy. Though I suspect you know as much.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Staring into the bowl of cereal instead of looking at the angel]

What, Captain Crunch? I'm devastated.

[exensis.livejournal.com]

Now now, you're not setting a good example for Henrietta.

[contract_star]

...Is that the...?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Yes. In the flesh—er, goo.

[contract_star]

I suppose she wouldn't have been able to take it with her, would she. [Tiny smile.] It's nic--erm, thank you for keeping it for her.

[phonomania.livejournal.com]

{Man, that thing is ugly. It looks like a ball of snot}

What is that?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[looks up from his breakfast]

It's a... [pause; you can see the gears grinding] ...mm, no, I've forgotten the proper name for it. It's a therapy tool. Used to be, anyway.

[phonomania.livejournal.com]

...Therapy tool?

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Hops up and perches nimbly on a barstool so that she can sniff at the blob.]

Ah! Interesting...

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Looks up from his fabulous breakfast]

Morning, Am.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Breakfast, is it? [Sniffs at the alcohol.] A breakfast Susano would favor, I should think~

Hm, but, what is this thing? [Presses her nose to the blob, which purrs and shimmers at her.]

[humanwaterdemon.livejournal.com]

[Inspecting the wine] Just woken up?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Glances up and nods]

Mm. Slept a few days longer than I'd intended. Help yourself, there's bound to be a glass around here somewhere.

[cybercentric.livejournal.com]

[wordlessly approaches the bar and its occupants from behind--

--and tentatively pokes the chirping blob.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Xing chimes again; Crowley just glances sideways]