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realityshifted2009-01-30 12:00 am
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.
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