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(( Post forward dated to February 13th/14th ))

A. [Phone, Evening of February 13th]

[Crowley returns home from the bar to find that bouquet of flowers on the mantlepiece still. He steps over and plucks an iris from the vase and sniffs it before any alarm bells have a chance to ring in his mind. His brow furrows. What....? He feels a need to walk over to the phone and pick it up and dial the town.

He takes a hesitant breath before committing demonic suicide.]

Hallo? This is Crowley. I, er... I have a confession to make... Er... Where do I begin? Aziraphale and I have been good friends for a decidedly long time. And I don't know for sure just how long ago this started... Maybe it was when we stopped the apocalypse... Maybe even before then...

But, er... The truth of the matter is... I'm in love with Aziraphale.

[He pauses, as if waiting to be smote by God Himself. Or Lucifer.]

Er... Right.

B. [Action: About Town, throughout the day of February 14th]

[Here is your chance to find Crowley around town! He nibbled on some mint from the bouquet, so he is likely to flirt with you. Be careful though, There might be a jealous Lucifer following behind Crowley.]

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[Oh.

He'll just. Take the opportunity to take hold of Crowley's hand.

Yeah.]

[He intertwines their fingers, a blush coloring his cheeks.]

[He smiles a very, very small smile and squeezes Crowley's hand gently.]

Uhm... Are you hungry at all?

[He considers. He's not really hungry, but if Crowley wants to go eat something then he'd be okay with going. So he answers with a shrug.]

Come on... Let's, er... Go to the diner.

[Yeah, okay. He nods.

Yay they're still holding hands. This is so nice.]

[He leads him to the diner. He opts to sit at a small, two person table so there isn't too much space between them. Sadly, he lets go of his hand in order to sit down.]

Do you like milkshakes?

[He blinks. He's never had a milkshake. He doesn't know.]

Or, do you like chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry?

[He doesn't know. He shakes his head and shrugs.]

Er... How about vanilla then?

[Oh yes, he's gotten the romantic notion in his head of splitting a milkshake in his mind. He has to make this happen.]

[Jormungandr has no idea about this, but he shrugs. If Crowley likes it, he'll probably like it too, right?]

[He orders a vanilla milkshake for them to split. His foot brushes up against Jormy's.]

[He ducks his head again, shy at the touch, but he responds in kind, brushing his foot against Crowley's as his hand sneaks across the table to touch the other man's.]

[He covers Jormy's hand with his own and offers him a shy smile.]

[Oh hey guys, may wanna look up for a minute. Your milkshake is here, and the waitress just smiles down at the two of you.

Please ignore how forced the smile may look for once. Also ignore the rising smell of burning flesh, courtesy of the drone waitress Lucifer had to kill to get the uniform. Let's all just have a pleasant moment here.]

My, are you two enjoying your time?

[Jormungandr looks over and blinks at the smell. He glances around and then up at the waitress and his eyebrows furrow as he looks at the "waitress."

Something's wrong.]

[The hair on the back of his neck rises as he recognizes Lucifer's silky smooth voice. He's in trouble. Again. Bloody hell, this sudden possessiveness is entirely frustrating! What ever happened to letting Crowley do what he wants?]

Er... Yes, Lord.

Oh, how wonderful.

Could I get you anything else?

Some burgers, perhaps?

[Because hey.

They have some fresh meat just cooked in the back, Crowley.]

[Jormungandr leans back in his chair and glances between Crowley and the new arrival. He raises an eyebrow at Crowley inquisitively.

Who's this?]

No, Lord Lucifer... We have everything we want. [Except some privacy away from your crazy.]

[He looks apologetically at Jormungandr.]

Oh, do you?

[What's that, you want privacy?

Naw, not happening. Lucy will just be pulling a chair up and leaning over the table.]

Tell me, Crowley. Won't you introduce me to your...acquaintance?

[Jormungandr is not impressed. He stares at Lucifer, completely nonplussed.]

Er... Right, this is Jormungandr, the Midgard Serpent.

[Shut up. Snakes like other snakes. It's nature. ineffable. Right?]

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