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[Crowley appears on the Plane in his usual suit-and-tie, holding the apparently shattered remains of his sunglasses. There's a cut along his right temple oozing blood, and he smells and looks as though someone's poured cheap beer on him. He's just sort of staring down at his glasses, snake eyes blinking with unnatural infrequency, looking irked.]

...wasn't even trying for a riot this time. Here I thought Manchester might even pull this one out.

[He sighs and snaps his fingers, intending on repairing the busted set of sunglasses. Instead, a new pair appear on his face seemingly out of thin air. He is startled, to say the least, dropping the old pair to the ground.]

How— But— Did I...?

[Slowly a grin spreads across his face, and he starts laughing.]

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[contract_star]

I'm sure you will. [He starts drinking a little faster than normal, trying to chase away the last of the hallucination.]

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[Crowley notices! And...continues to make his own drink]

You said this has happened before?

[contract_star]

[Hei nods, halfway through his drink now.] Many times.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

There must be a better way of dealing with it. All dislike of hypnotism aside, not doing anything sounds a touch masochistic.

[contract_star]

I have done something about it. I told you, it's gotten a lot better.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Right.

[He finishes his martini and takes a seat]

Certainly makes me terribly excited to have the bloody thing in my own reality.

[contract_star]

Just don't go near it.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Ah, but I'd have to venture out through the five feet of snow.

You know, I really think I ended up with the crap end of this deal.

[contract_star]

[Smirks.] Don't complain so much when you can just miracle it away, or whatever it is.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

It's the principle of the thing. Never been a big fan of the cold.

[a thoughtful pause] Which I suppose begs the question of why I'm still in London at all.

[contract_star]

Exactly. You complain too much.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

And you're a prat. We all have our failings.

[contract_star]

Are you so sure it's a failing?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

What, you being a wanker? That's generally the point of it, yeah.

[contract_star]

[Drains his glass.] Keeps life interesting, and keeps annoying people away.

Except you.

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[Crowley lifts his glass, grinning]

Admit it, you wouldn't know what to do with yourself without me around.

[contract_star]

[Just laughs, because he won't admit it.]