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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

[eyesofaserpent]

[He grumps more.]

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

[kleptophile]

[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.

[eyesofaserpent]

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

[kleptophile]

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.]

[eyesofaserpent]

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

[kleptophile]

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?

[eyesofaserpent]

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

[kleptophile]

[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.]

[eyesofaserpent]

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.

[kleptophile]

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?

[eyesofaserpent]

[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.