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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley appears on the Plane, bundled in a long, stylish black overcoat with leather gloves on his hands. He's standing in front of a church sign, of the sort you see as you drive past most churches these days. It looks as though he's putting the finishing touches on the lettering of the sign.]

[When he steps back, it becomes visible:]



[He brushes his gloves together, grinning.]

((ooc note: There is actually snow around the bottom of the sign instead of greenery. It's very snowy in London right now :3 ))

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[extutela.livejournal.com]

[....?] No, actually.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Everyone here is part of a different reality, at first. Even the other...er, you...and myself. Once we started coming here our realities split apart.

When you start spending time with someone, though, it reflects into your reality. The more time you spend, you may even start getting pieces of their reality in your own.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[It takes a long, long moment for that to really click. And then he takes a step back.] Oh. Oh dear.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley rolls his eyes and sighs]

Angel, it's a good thing. Give it a month and you may even be able to get to the Ritz again—the real one, not whatever's passing for it these days in your reality.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

Crowley, I'm not an idiot, whatever you might think. What about you?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

What about me? I'm not the one living the Biblical version of Mad Max here, am I?

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[EVASIVE MANEUVERS] That's profoundly... well, unselfish of you, my dear.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[...grr. Crowley looks away for a moment, frowning.]

Yeah, well. Don't go getting used to it.

The point still stands.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head.] I won't do that to you.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Angel.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

Crowley, no.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Angel, what is the problem? You'll be getting a normal world back—restaurants, theatres, bookshops.

Books, Aziraphale.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

You know very well what the problem is, you can't pretend that you don't! Y--

[Oh. That's low.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Yes. Books. Antique shops. Sushi restaurants. I seem to recall having a very similar conversation with you once before and the list of reasons hasn't changed.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

Crowley. Stop it. [He sounds very, very tired.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley looks like he wants to keep going, but instead simply sighs and does as the angel asked. For a moment, anyway.]

Angel, stop worrying about what this will do to my reality. My reality's gone to He- well, it's shit right now anyway. It's already started merging with Henrietta's reality, Juni's, even Hei's for Someone's sake. I've got terrorists, slavering little demon idiots even worse than Hastur and Ligur, something called Hell's Gate...not to mention more snow than I've seen outside of Siberia. The city's become a patchwork of London and Rome on top of it all. A little rubble between the buildings isn't going to kill me.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

You have terrorists and demons, who's to say you won't get angels from my side of things? Angels who will kill you, Crowley, and I might not be there to intervene.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

You really think I can't manage to evade a couple of idiots with big pointy sticks? In all of London? With any luck they'd end up going after the demons I inherited from Juni instead—those guys stick out much more than I do, after all.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[Rrrrrg.] It's not--they aren't the sort you're used to, Crowley!

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

And maybe I won't get them at all, angel. And even if I do? I'll adapt. I'll figure something out.

You can't honestly think I'm going to stand around and let you live in that hellhole forever—or stay away from you on purpose. It isn't going to happen, Aziraphale.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[GAH YOU FRUSTRATING MAN-SHAPED-THING. He will be over here, facepalming. His wings are out again, though he hasn't noticed yet, and mantling in irritation.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley smirks]

At least I told you about it, eh? I could've just let it happen.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he gets SUCH a glare for that.] This isn't funny.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[The demon sighs and moves over to where Aziraphale is standing. Before the angel can protest or squirm away, Crowley lifts a hand and wraps it around the back of Aziraphale's neck.]

Stop worrying, angel.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[A moment of tension before he relaxes. ONLY A LITTLE, THOUGH. :| ] Occupational hazard, I think.