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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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[Lyn grins at that.] I just grabbed the pinkest, girliest shit I could find. Thought it'd be the kinda thing an angel would appreciate. You actually know what they are?

Shit, and here I figured the angel'd be the girl.

[Feel free to smack Lyn, Crowley, he's looking entirely too gleeful. And, yes, this is exactly how he'd haze a family member with a crush...]

[He S T A R E S at Lyn.]

You only say that because you haven't met him yet.

Whose fault is that? [Lyn arches an eyebrow. He's got you there, Crowley.]

Hey, I was going to have you over to meet him, but I had some complications.

[Like dying and then droning.]

Yeah, you've kinda been busy lately. [Lyn's smirk has faded.] What the fuck even happened? I was -

[He catches the words 'worried about you' before they actually escape his lips. Yeah, sure, it's true, but he'd never actually say that so directly. He's kind of startled he even came close to that. He has to switch tactics mid-sentence, to a lame and not particularly convincing substitute.] - thinking maybe you were gone for good. [Which is a goddamn lie, because drone Crowley had the wings and his name on the mailbox, and Lyn's been in Mayfield long enough to know that shit would vanish with him if he'd gotten sent home.]

No... Just... It was weird.

[He's watching Lyn closely, mildly wondering what was the matter.]

[Lyn just feels weird admitting he's actually attached to people, even if it's already blatantly obvious. And he usually doesn't come so close to almost saying things that'll embarrass the hell out of him; he's got a pretty damn good brain-to-mouth filter, when he's actually trying to be circumspect.]

What was weird, you getting stroked like a pet bird and then making out with a guy in the middle of the street? [Lyn had been watching Crowley from a distance, as he often does when he's got nothing better to do. (Either him, or Lucas, or sometimes Theo or Quinn - he's learned that keeping tabs on the people he likes in Mayfield is a wise precaution. And, just maybe, he's a little paranoid about the people he really likes vanishing on him without warning again.)] And then like a half hour later, you were just gone. [As it happens, Lyn might have left in embarrassment before seeing Crowley keel over after kissing Jormungandr. Secretly watching Crowley make out with somebody would've been awkward.]

...... His saliva is poisonous.

[He folds his arms over his chest.]

That was Jormungandr, the Midgard Serpent. He doesn't quite understand the concept of personal space or the concept of "don't touch the bloody wings".

So...he kissed you to death. [Lyn would be more disturbed about this if Crowley weren't obviously alive and okay in front of him, so mostly he just seems bemused.] Or you kissed him to death, I guess?

So, what, no means no and making out means respect my personal space?

[He grumps more.]

Yes, I sssnogged him and died because he wouldn't stop molesssting me.

[Oh, Lyn catches that hiss - well, both of them - and he interprets it as Crowley being pissed off. And he immediately starts to feel like kind of an asshole. Yeah, sure, he'd just been teasing, but if it's actually pissing Crowley off...then it isn't really as fun.

He shifts his weight, somewhat uncomfortably.] Uh. Sorry.

In a place like this, it was bound to happen. [He shrugs.]

Uh. Some things are bound to happen, but getting your wings petted and then accidentally making out with a poisonous snakedude isn't what I'd call inevitable. I've been here longer than you and I definitely haven't earned that merit badge yet.

[Lyn is being too literal and he knows it, but he's feeling kind of awkward and trying to make a joke.]

My wings are sensitive. There's a reason why I normally only take them out in private.

Whose wings aren't? [Lyn shrugs at this.] So are you not able to put 'em away? And why didn't you punch that guy if he was basically feeling you up?

He's a friend. I didn't want... Look, it wasssn't a big bloody deal, alright?

[That hiss is back again, and once more Lyn takes it as a sign to back off. The problem is that he doesn't have many other subjects to make conversation on, so this just leaves him with awkward silences.] If you say so, I guess. [And there's the awkward silence train, running right on schedule.] ...yeah, well, I'll punch him next time if it's that or you committing suicide by snogging.

[Yeah, this conversation is going so damn well. Lyn's a few seconds from giving up and slinking off, shifting his weight uneasily.]

Er... Thanks...

[He sags a bit. Maybe he's being a bit harsh on the kid... Despite the topic.]

You still need to meet Aziraphale.

Yeah, I guess. Especially if you're dating him now, or whatever it is you guys are doing. [Hey, Lyn doesn't judge. Exactly. He just casually questions your sanity.] Is he cool with demons that aren't, y'know...you?

[He makes a face. Dating doesn't sound right. Not for a relationship like he has with Aziraphale.]

He should be, as long as you don't do anything that requires smiting.

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