dontfeartreaper | (no subject)

Current Mood: sleepy

Entry tags:

(no subject)

There's a certain black cat sleeping on the counter of the kitchen. Why? Because it's summer and it's hot and even if Crowley likes hot places he also likes to sleep properly and doesn't mind changing forms for that.

Even if certain forms can cause misunderstandings.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

And there's a certain ex-nightmare walking into the kitchen, who also happens to be hot as hell right now. Sleeveless shirts aren't helping quite as much as he hoped they would, and cold beer was sounding very, very nice at the moment. He pets the cat on the counter as he walks by it.

"Hey, Maddie."

Even after the touch Crowley was still half sleep. He made a purring sounds, not able to stop himself.

That gets him to smile, just a little. And after a few moments of shuffling through the fridge--of course he's almost out of beer on one of the hottest days of the summer, isn't that how it always works out?--he finds what he's looking for, collects the cat into his arms, and heads for the couch.

Eeeeps....ok being carried away woke him for sure. He opened an eyes, looked at the flow wary (What was it moving if he was not touching it?)and then turned his head up. Oh.

And the Corinthian had yet to notice a single thing out of place. After a settled down he placed the cat on his lap, idly petting it while he placed the beer aside and grabbed two small wrapped packages sitting on the table. That strange little hippie girl Crowley seemed so fond of harassing had dropped them off earlier, for whatever obscure reason; he didn't even know the two had made up from the last time she had been by.

Crowley is still sleeping, and now curious about what Corinthian do when he thinks he's not around. So he's not going to change his from any time soon. He keeps and eye on Cori's hands to see what eh does with the packages.

Well, first thing was first: after shaking Crowley's gift and getting no real sound, he tossed it to the other end of the couch for later. He won't pry into things, he won't peek, he won't. Or at least he'd try very hard not to.

"Where do you suppose he is right now, anyway....?" He didn't even remember if the demon had said he was going anywhere....he picked up his own little package, eyed it for a moment before he started to pull the paper off. Inside was a small book on dream interpretations.

And some five seconds later, there was also a small hole in the opposite wall from where the book had been thrown, rather hard, across the room.

"Mrrrooowwwwwwww" Crowley replied, purring and acting as a innocent cat as much as he could. Is not like it was hard, they do nothing but sleep, eat your food and beg for petting. Crowley never had the best opinion of cats after all.

He studied Corinthian's face as he saw the book and raised an ear when it was threw away. Maddie usually would jump as reaction to that loud sound, but Crowley was unimpressed, albeit slightly concerned. About the wall, that is it, of course he wasn't worried about why Cori threw the book, not at all.

If he noticed anything odd about the lack of a reaction, he certainly didn't show it. He rubbed his face, and for the first time in a while he looked genuinely tired.

"You'd think I'd be over this by now."

Kittry!Crowley will rub his head against Corinthian's side. Tell him what is wrong. You are acting so weird...

And the kitty got a pat on the head for its concern. But he didn't say anything else, only reached over and finally cracked his bottle open, taking a long drink.

Then he sighed. "So much for moving on, huh?"

"Mmrrrrmmow." That's not fair, talk more damn it. He wants to know your secrets. But he figured that it was because of the subject of the book. The kitty sprawled himself all over Corinthian's lap.

With a small half grin he pet the cat again, and after a moment he set the bottle aside to grab the furry little creature,

"....you know, you could've had a sister," he mused, more to himself than to the cat. Of course Maddie wouldn't be able to understand him, but that was probably what kept him talking at her every once in a while. "Had the circumstances been different, at least. Not sure you'd like Nightmare as much, though."

There was a brief moment of panic where Crowley thought that Corinthain recognized him, but it was gone in seconds. He kept talking, so he clearly didn't notice anything wrong with the black cat.

A movement of the tail was his way to show the man he was listening.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only