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[eyesofaserpent]

(( 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.]

Comments

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr is trying to figure out what it was that brought him here with Crowley. And what was with all the hand holding. And everything. He's not really sure what caused it.

His brow is furrowed in contemplation.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He pushes the milkshake away with a grimace.]

I wouldn't be surprised if he poisoned it.

[midgardserpent]

[He snorts. Jormungandr doesn't know who that was, but he doesn't really care. He doesn't really like him, though.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley frowns and grabs his wallet. He tosses some cash on the table and gets up, neglecting to pick up the daisies on the table.]

Come on. Let's get out of here.

[midgardserpent]

[He stands and follows, his hands in his pockets.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[For a moment, it seems like he wants to take Jormungandr's hand again. But instead he shakes his hand and nonchalantly slides his hands into his own pockets.]

Strange day.

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr snorts and nods. It really has been.]

[eyesofaserpent]

I'm willing to pretend that never happened if you are.

[midgardserpent]

[He rubs his face with one hand and nods. Looking back on it, it's incredibly embarrassing, what just happened, and he'd rather never think of it ever again.]

[eyesofaserpent]

Right, er... You might want to try to avoid flowers as much as you can until this ruddy holiday is over.

[midgardserpent]

[...right. That makes sense. It wasn't until he had smelled the flowers that things started to get weird. He nods. He'll be avoiding them from now on.]

[eyesofaserpent]

And I think I'm going to go home and die of sheer embarrassment.

[midgardserpent]

[He rolls his eyes but doesn't argue with that.]

[eyesofaserpent]

Er... I'll catch you later, mate. Ciao.

[midgardserpent]

[He nods and they go their separate ways.

That was embarrassing. And annoying.]