It was inevitable.

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[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.

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No it isn't, or you wouldn't have brought it up. What is it, angel?

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It. Just. You. You and me. Not me. Other, that person, who isn't-- [OH GOD HIS HEAD IS GOING TO EXPLODE.] Never mind.

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[...oh God (pardon the French). There might be the tiniest hint of a blush rising on Crowley's face now.]

No, we haven't. Is that what you wanted to know? We haven't even been on a proper date.

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[OH GOD (just to go three for three) WHY.] I didn't-- it's not my-- I'm sorry. [sljdkasjdjds WHY DID HE ASK WHY WHY WHY.]

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[Crowley shrugs]

Seems everyone else keeps up to speed with these things, why shouldn't you?

[a pause, and a sigh]

Sorry. You haven't anything to apologize for. Let's just forget it, shall we?

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[Internal flail.] They do? Really? That's a bit...

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Frustrating? Yes. Yes it is.

Deadpool, Hei, now Henrietta. Everyone seems to have an opinion.

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Dead...pool?

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Ah, haven't had the pleasure of meeting him yet?

He's a strange one, runs around in red spandex and a mask. Has something to say about anything and everything, usually sarcastic, sometimes infuriating.

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Spandex. Spandex? Really?

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Mhm. It's a sort of superhero/supervillain kind of reality. Just...try to talk to him as little as possible—especially about me—and you'll be fine.

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Lovely. [A pause, then] Why, what would he say about you?

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Probably something to do with the two of us. You and me, I mean. It's best to just not give him the opportunity in the first place.

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[Fffff] Wonderful. Why is everyone so concerned with us?

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I'm not entirely certain I want to know.

[a pause]

I don't suppose you're available to talk some sense into Henrietta?

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Me? [SUDDEN PANIC] I suppose I could try.

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Either that or you're coming with me for a drink. Your call.