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sauntereddownward) wrote2019-09-17 04:16 pm
sauntereddownward) wrote2019-09-17 04:16 pm
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Crowley had been busy. He'd had a rather dastardly idea and with a bit of proper nudging of 'influencers' (whatever those were) and a quick trip to Reddit, he had a new viral sensation. It was sort of like the ice bucket challenge, except it didn't benefit any charities and instead involved putting hot sauce up the nose. It worried parents, caused a bit of harmless mayhem, and most of all...it tarnished the souls of all those who laughed at idiots' misfortunes.
Sure, it wasn't tempting a priest, but it was a laugh.
He sat in the autumn sun outside an interesting little tea shop. He had a steaming cup of a lapsang suchong blend that made the air smell like a campfire. A subtle scent under the cigarette smoke. Crowley was watching his mobile and chuckling along as another bloody idiot put hot sauce on a cotton tip and stuffed it up his nose and began to wail.
"People will do anything to be famous," he said to himself.
Sure, it wasn't tempting a priest, but it was a laugh.
He sat in the autumn sun outside an interesting little tea shop. He had a steaming cup of a lapsang suchong blend that made the air smell like a campfire. A subtle scent under the cigarette smoke. Crowley was watching his mobile and chuckling along as another bloody idiot put hot sauce on a cotton tip and stuffed it up his nose and began to wail.
"People will do anything to be famous," he said to himself.
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"Is that where I should start?" he asked, genuinely curious.
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Crowley thought on that a moment.
"He does like to eat. Tea cakes, pastries, anything with creme..."
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"So get him a selection. Hit the best bakery in town, surprise him," Fin suggested. "Seduce him with a bit of sweet cream," he giggled.
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"He'll be suspicious. He'll think I'm trying to tempt him," Crowley replied, but then added thoughtfully, "Though I suppose I am, in a way."
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"Worst case at least you get to eat some sweets," Fin shrugged.
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"That's putting quite the positive spin on it," he replied, huffing a small snort. "Alright, alright...you've signed on so I'll listen to you. First with the wooing."
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"Nah, you have it all wrong, mate. You go in expecting nothing, right? Because you're owed nothing. But if your heart is in the right place, things will just... Happen sometimes. It'll click. You'll look at one another, and the next thing you know you'll have your lips on his, and everything will be hot and warm and perfect... Or, you know, he'll tell you to fuck off and you'll have to move on, yeah? Because love is a bitch mate, and you don't always get who you crave, but eventually you'll wind up with who you're meant to be with."
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"You make a very compelling argument," the demon conceded. He took a breath and sighed heavily at the thought of his One not being Aziraphale.
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Crowley nodded. He reached into his pocket to read the card again and the most wicked smile bent his lips.
"...We'll see where it goes," he replied. "And on that note, I've got some mischief to plan. I'll see you again, after my experiment with pastries."
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"Alright, good luck then," Fin smiled, trying not to worry too much about what was going to unfold now.
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"Ciao," Crowley replied, then made sure he was presentable and made his way to the door. Over his shoulder he flashed Fin a smile. There was very little in the smile to inspire trust. Nothing, in fact.