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[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

[Pollution is sitting on the ground next to a printer that's putting out page after page. It's hooked up to his laptop, which he's poking at and has power because he says it does.]

Everyone tries so hard to reverse progress. [taptaptap at the keyboard] Clean coal really was a brilliant idea, I'll have to thank Sable next time I see him. Why the name of a thing makes such a difference, I'll never understand.

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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Ssstill around, I sssee.

[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

[pauses in his typing to give Crowley an entertained look — he's not horribly concerned with recognizing the snake at the moment, just amused at the comment]

Shouldn't I be?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Oh I dunno. Thought maybe you'd've moved on, found something else to soil.

[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

Finding something else shouldn't mean giving up on what's already been found. [A pause, as he actually looks at who he's talking to. He can tell it's someone he's met before, at least] Why a snake?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

I was feeling retro.

[slithers a bit closer to try and get a look at the laptop screen]

What're you printing?

[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

[The screen shows this page (http://www.bernama.com/bernama/v5/newsworld.php?id=394815), and he's certainly not trying to keep Crowley from seeing.]

Just some current news.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Ngk. [he recoils a little]

Always on the job, are we?

[oilyhands.livejournal.com]

It's hardly a job. I suppose you feel that way about your purpose, though.