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[dontfeartreaper]

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality..

[Crowley is sitting on the couch, reading one of Corinthian's novels because he couldn't read Vogue around the man, and listening to Queen.]

..Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy (Poor boy)
I need no sympathy..

[No, no sympathy. Never for the devil Crowley though with cynic smile. Maddie was dozing in a chair next to the couch.]

Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Any way the wind...CROWLEY?

[The mentioned demon went stiff at the sound of the voice.]

WE KNOW YOU ARE LISTENING CROWLEY. YOU BETTER BE.

Hn...?

YOUR LAST VISIT WAS ENJOYABLE CROWLEY, BUT THERE'S SOME THINGS WE STILL HAVE TO DISCUSS.

YOU HAVE TO COME HERE. IT'S NOT A PETITION.

...Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye, everybody
I've got to go...

[No sympathy for the devil, indeed.]

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[Cori was in the kitchenette, only just getting used to the fact he'd need to get used to listening to Queen at some point, but....it's distracting when someone that is definitely not Freddie Mercury starts talking.

He comes back in looking only a little concerned.] The hell was that?