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Drink Count: 22 || Mun is an Impatient Shipping Addict
(( 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.]
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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[He plucks a rose from the vase and heads out of the house, a man on a mission.]
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and when Crowley comes back, he'll correct him. He's no kid! He's only short!]
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Yeah, I think so. I didn't have dinner last night.
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What would you like for breakfast?
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Oh right you weren't..here for that. Um. But I can try it! What's in it?
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A couple fried eggs, black pudding, bubble and squeak, tomatoes, back bacon, potato cakes, mushrooms... Things like that.
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Well, I can at least do some of them! If that's all right. Do you like cream or sugar in your coffee?
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I could show you how to make a proper fry up sometime. Granted, I'd probably be the only one to want it unless Aziraphale or Rupert were over.
[He pauses.]
Which may very well be the case sooner or later, now that I think about it.
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Actually...why don't you show me how it's made in a bit? I'll try to make some of the things you said. Like the bacon and eggs.
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[Since coming to Mayfield, he hadn't dealt with anyone so eager to please. It kind of throws him off his game and he just hunkers down in the couch, snuggled under the blanket.]
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