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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[There are three cars on the Plane, all in a row. They all look very sleek and expensive, various top-of-the-line models that look as though they probably belong to some sort of overpaid business executive.]

[There is also a demon, in his customary suit and sunglasses. He walks beside the line of cars for a moment, as if sizing them up, and then pulls something from the pocket of his jacket.]

[...it's a switchblade. In one quick motion he flicks the blade out, kneels beside the first car, then reverses the blade in his grip and jams it into the right front tire.]

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[contract_star]

[Hei watches for awhile (still looking like shit) before he approaches slowly.]

Having fun?

[onedrous.livejournal.com]

[He can't resist pointless destruction, especially not of his fated enemy The Automobile. Needless to say, he approaches in the quiet twin way reminiscent of a true creeper, pausing just beyond strike range at Crowley's back and observing blankly.]

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

[Kuhn's jaw hits the ground in a good way when he spots the cars. He grins...

... and then the switchblade comes out... and his jaw hits the ground in a bad way.]

Whoa! Whooaa, hey, what are you doing, man?

[usagipino]

Crawly-Crowley! What are you doing?

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Goodness, Crowley, it has been some time since I've seen wanton destruction from you.

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

[Why is everyone here so weird?] I hope they deserved it, at least.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley looks up at Hei for a second, then focuses on what he was doing again. He drags the blade along the curve of the tire.]

Working, actually. I suppose it's all the same.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[The demon appears to be unaware of One's presence for the moment, finishing his work on this tire before standing and moving on to the next.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley pauses long enough to look up.]

Letting tires out, what does it look like?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[lskjdfs Crowley pulls the knife back and stands, hiding the blade behind his back with a slightly guilty expression.]

What—nothing. Why?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[He looks up and smiles vaguely before focusing on his work again.]

They were asking for it, believe me.

[contract_star]

[Hei shrugs.] Important to enjoy your job, I guess.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

They did, actually, but that isn't the point.

[usagipino]

But you have a knife! And you were cutting things!

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Ah! Well, I suppose that makes it alright, then~ [Is she kidding? Who knows.]

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

What is?

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

Well-. Yeah! Clearly! But... why?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

After doing a job for over six thousand years, you've no idea.

[He stands and makes his way over to the next tire.]

It was either this or hacking into government records, and frankly this sounded a bit more cathartic.

[contract_star]

I understand. [And he does.]

[mercwamouth]

What are you, twelve?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[He stops again, this time looking at Kuhn for real.]

Because it's bloody annoying? Because the owners will have to have them replaced, possibly miss a meeting or a lunch, generally be in a crap sort of mood, and take it out on their families or their secretaries or their mechanics?

Or because it's fun, take your pick.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

What, me?

[He pulls his hands out from behind his back—voila! No knife.]

I wasn't doing anything.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[smirk] I knew you'd see it my way.

And how has the goddess been, lately?

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

[Thaaaat's kinda scary.]

Can do. Heh...

[He watches for a little bit... then shrugs a shoulder.] So, do you even know who owns the cars?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

The point is that it's fun, and I'm rather enjoying destroying things at the moment. It's also for work, so it's a bit of a two-for-one deal.