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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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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.