[RL with Anathema- About witches and demons]

[dontfeartreaper]

[No one could tell that Crowley wasn't a social demon. Here he was, in front of Anthema's door waiting for the woman to get done with..whatever women spend so much time doing before an appointment and wondering why he agreed to this.]

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[thebooksaysso.livejournal.com]

[Next piece you get she's gonna start stealing some, too. Payback.]

Why wouldn't I be? You said you almost died, I think I'm allowed to worry a little.

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

[>:O]

Peopel don't usually worry for me. [He clears his troath.] not like I need it.

[thebooksaysso.livejournal.com]

[>:|]

Hm. [Picking at what's left of her cake.] Well, someone does now. Don't do that again.

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

[T_T]

Yes mom. [No he cant' be nice, but he's somehow amused that you care.] And how you been lately?

[thebooksaysso.livejournal.com]

[Amused is better than nothing, I guess :|] Alright, for the most part.

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

[Hhe cares, really :D] That's ..good. [Crowley doens't knwo what to say when he's not being sarcastic and/or badass :|]

[thebooksaysso.livejournal.com]

Thank you for asking. [He's getting there, she can help him work on it~]

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

[He tries, he tries ♥]

And..how is the witchy works going? If you are going to dance nude in the forest give me a call. i jsut want to be sure that you don't get eaten ot something.

[thebooksaysso.livejournal.com]

[Aaaand there goes her amusement.] I don't know, I'd have to turn you into a slug or something if you peeked. We don't dance around naked.

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

[Let's see if he can turn that into confusion again.] I can cturn into a slug by myself.

[thebooksaysso.livejournal.com]

[I'm sure it won't be too hard.] What else can you turn into?

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

[Hehehehe...] Into really interesting things.

[Steals your cacke again! >D And you might or might not see his strange tongue while he eats the piece.]

[thebooksaysso.livejournal.com]

[;asdjcbsdc DAMMIT CROWLEY. You know what, fine, keep it >| I'll just sit here and sulk into my tea. ....if she does notice, she's not mentioning anything about it.] Such as?

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

[It's not fun if I can't steal it. fiiine...all for you agian :(

Crowley strech out an arm.] Hold my forearm.

[thebooksaysso.livejournal.com]

[That'll teach you :|

And maybe a moment of eying you suspiciously before finally grabbing your arm.]

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

[Trough the fabric she might be able to feel the skin moving and changing so something sharp, then cold and finally hot as a burning grill.

On the top fo thaat, there are black hinny scales over his hand, but not enoguh to be noticeable for the other people around.]

[thebooksaysso.livejournal.com]

[Alright, that gets her to jerk her hand back. She's only a little startled, really.]

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

[Crowley will just get back to nomnom his own cake and drink his Irish coffee.]

[thebooksaysso.livejournal.com]

[You do that. And she'll go back to hiding behind her tea.] .....that was interesting.

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

[Uhm..coffee ♥ Poor Ana.] Hn...it's easy for me.

[thebooksaysso.livejournal.com]

[She'll live, I'm pretty sure.] I would guess so. All angels can do that?

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

Angels can..do many things. [Vague answer is vague.]

[thebooksaysso.livejournal.com]

What else can you do? Can you perform miracles like everyone seems to think? [She's not gonna leave it be, of course.] ....what about your wings? What do they look like?

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

[I wasn't expecting any less form her.] We can miracle things, yes. [That's true at least.] And my wings look like wings of course.

[thebooksaysso.livejournal.com]

....do you think....I could see them sometime? [Just look at that curious little face, how could you possibly say no to it?]