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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]

It's a blood sausage.

[derpaheal]

...Oh. I can't say I've made that before...

[eyesofaserpent]

You know what, let's go for something simpler today. How do you feel about French Toast?

[derpaheal]

Oh, I can do that! Would you like some bacon too?

[eyesofaserpent]

That sounds brill. Want some help?

[derpaheal]

Oh no, it's all right! Stay seated. I'll make your coffee, and bring it to you when you're ready.

[eyesofaserpent]

Oh, er... Okay.

[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.]

[derpaheal]

[Think of it like a servant or something, it'll be all right. Hana will just get that coffee, set it on the table-and go off to get breakfast started.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He grabs the mug and sips it.]

[derpaheal]

[He smiles, and retreats.]

I'll be back with your breakfast soon!

[And he retreats, starts making some tasty nomnoms...and after awhile, there's a startled yelp.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley is up and in the kitchen in no time flat, mug still in hand.]

What happened?

[derpaheal]

Oh it...splattered. A little.

[That being the bacon. He's just...got the meat off heat and gingerly moving for the sink.]

[eyesofaserpent]

You got burned?

[derpaheal]

A little. But I'll be all right!

[eyesofaserpent]

[He realizes he's useless for these sorts of things without his powers.]

Oh, er... I think we have some aloe vera in the cupboard.

[derpaheal]

Aloe...oh! Thank you. In the cupboard in the kitchen here...?

[Ow. Ow. Ow. Grease hurts.]

[eyesofaserpent]

No, er... Hold on.

[He scoots out of the kitchen and comes back about 30 seconds later with a bottle of gel.]

Here you go.

[derpaheal]

Thanks Crowley. Watch the stove while I put this on please? I don't want to destroy the kitchen.

[He has his hand under the tap now. Seemed to be the best idea.]

[eyesofaserpent]

Right, right...

[He turns to the stove.]

[derpaheal]

[He sighs to himself, still cooling his hand underwater. Yup. He was a dork for getting splattered like that, and fussing about it.]

[eyesofaserpent]

You're okay?