ext_245534 (
exserpens.livejournal.com) wrote in
realityshifted2009-01-30 12:00 am
It was inevitable.
[Crowley appears on the Plane on his beloved white leather sofa, kicked back sans shoes and jacket, reading what looks to be some sort of financial journal. He's got a red pen in one hand, but rather than marking in the journal he appears to just be tapping the non-marking end of it thoughtfully against his mouth.]
[Henrietta appears on his heels, looking absolutely livid.] Bloody hell, Dad!
[eyes still on the journal] Mm.
[She grabs it out of his hands.] What did you do to him. Where did he go?
[finally looks up, calmly] I'm certain he'll turn up in a week or so. Jamaica this time, perhaps. Probably even safe and sound.
Dad! You can't banish every boy that steps inside the flat! [She throws the magazine at him.]
[...oof. He grabs for the journal.] You mean I've done this before? [a thoughtful pause, then a smirk] Good for me.
No, not good for you! I still have James in a terrarium in my room since you've forgotten. We were working on a biology project!
[Crowley snorts and goes back to leafing through his magazine.] Biology. That's rich.
[GAH. She's got teenage Furious Tears(tm) going now.] Just because you've not the balls to drag the angel into bed—
[Rising off the sofa now, looking slightly furious himself.] Don't bring anyone elssse into thisss, young lady.
You're the one who brought boyfriends into it! [She stands her ground, resisting the urge to stomp her foot.]
Your room. Now.
[Henrietta appears on his heels, looking absolutely livid.] Bloody hell, Dad!
[eyes still on the journal] Mm.
[She grabs it out of his hands.] What did you do to him. Where did he go?
[finally looks up, calmly] I'm certain he'll turn up in a week or so. Jamaica this time, perhaps. Probably even safe and sound.
Dad! You can't banish every boy that steps inside the flat! [She throws the magazine at him.]
[...oof. He grabs for the journal.] You mean I've done this before? [a thoughtful pause, then a smirk] Good for me.
No, not good for you! I still have James in a terrarium in my room since you've forgotten. We were working on a biology project!
[Crowley snorts and goes back to leafing through his magazine.] Biology. That's rich.
[GAH. She's got teenage Furious Tears(tm) going now.] Just because you've not the balls to drag the angel into bed—
[Rising off the sofa now, looking slightly furious himself.] Don't bring anyone elssse into thisss, young lady.
You're the one who brought boyfriends into it! [She stands her ground, resisting the urge to stomp her foot.]
Your room. Now.

no subject
And more than that, it's Henrietta. [FFFTT the idea of Little Sister messing around with some boy...!]
no subject
no subject
And lock them up, if you have to.
At any rate, at least it's just an experiment.
no subject
Thank God for small favours. [Oh yeah, he went there.]
Moral guidance isn't exactly my forte.
no subject
no subject
no subject
Do you think he'd be able to talk sense into her, at least?
no subject
I dunno. I suppose it's worth the call.
no subject
He might have some insight, at the very least.
[Pauses as something occurs to him, slightly out of the blue. Curiously,] Do demons...can you actually have kids?
no subject
[shakes his head] No. There'd be legions of bastards running around if we could.
no subject
no subject
I hate to imagine the amount of child support I'd owe by this point.
no subject
no subject
Is it my imagining or have there been an over-abundance of experiments as of late?
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject