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[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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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!

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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.]

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[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.

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[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.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

At least stop worrying about me, then. Lord knows I've got plenty of others doing enough of that.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[ =_= ] You know very well I won't stop worrying. Plenty of others aren't me.

[...I do believe that was some ego showing.]

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[a chuckle] I know. Believe me, I know.

[Crowley snakes his arm around the angel's shoulders]

Now then, you never did tell me what you'd like for Christmas.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

My two front teeth.

Or perhaps you not being an idiot, but I don't suppose that will happen, will it?

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[Aaand this would be Crowley pulling away, and the smile disappearing.]

Is that the new trend in your reality these days? Calling your friends idiots when they try to do something for you?

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[...fffffff. Hand-wringing again and not looking at Crowley. Quietly:]

...can you blame me? You're trying to... to walk yourself into a world where you, the other you, is-- [He shakes his head.] I never thought I would see you again at all. Seeing you here, alive, safe, that's good enough for me. It's foolish of you to risk your own safety that way.

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And I'm supposed to simply leave you there, in that shambles of a reality, when I can do something about it? We're talking about the same thing, angel. I don't want you in that sort of place any more than you want me there.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[...sigh.]

I'm sorry. It's just. [vague handwave that of course answers all questions]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Right.

...look, it's going to happen, one way or another. At least now you know what to expect, somewhat. And don't think I don't know what I'm getting into, because believe me, I do.

And if I hear the words unselfish or nice come out of your mouth I'm going to steal your sword and use it as a kitchen appliance, got that?

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[He looks affronted at the last bit.] You will do no such thing!

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Watch me.