Late Thursday

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

In the park, in the dark, sits a fellow who likes to snark...

The demon laughs at his own little rhyme while watching the pond and thinking about the drive with the angel...

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[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

Jonathan doesn't like being angry. Anger is not him, he doesn't do what he does out of anger and usually it's easy to put it behind him. With this in mind, he's out in town, He's hoping a walk might cool him down.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Smoke curls in lazy circles above the man dressed in black who is sitting on the bench by the pond. He gazes at the moon through dark glasses, and there is an odd hissing sound accomanying his gently shaking shoulders. He's laughing to himself. He senses the Wrath in the boy...and he waits]

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

After he almost trips over man in black, Jonathan wonders, not for the first time, why not all kinds of evil came with awesome super powers.

"Oh!" Jonathan cries, righting himself and pushing up his glasses, "I didn't see you there. I'm very sorry sir."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Keep your sorry, boy. You're clearly distracted and angry. Why don't you go kill someone? [He takes a lazy drag and tips his chin to the side and smiles, smoke oozing out from between his teeth]

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

Jonathan blinks at the man and then looks around. He sees nothing but the ducks but around here you could never be certain.

"This where I'm supposed to say that killing is wrong... right? That every life is precious and do unto others and all that other stuff."

He looks around again. It's not as if he thinks Blank's interrogation tactics have deteriorated far enough into ridiculousness for this obvious ploy to be part of them, but with Blank one never knew.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. Certainly. Killing is wrong, sex is bad, and one should never leave the seat up on the john. But that isn't the way of the world, boy. Killing is a necessary evil. Sex is delightful. And the john...that's how I prefer it. [He takes another drag then points to the bench] Sit down, boy. I'll tell you how things really are. Things you aren't supposed to have in your head at such a tender age.

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

On the one hand, Jonathan wasn't really doing anything else so he might as well sit down. On the other, Mr. Creepy Smoking English guy could very well have designs on Jonathan's body. Angelus was always telling him how pretty he was.

Jonathan sits down at the very end of the bench and doesn't mention he's never left the toilet seat up a day in his life.

"Hello," he says holding his hand out, "My name is Jonathan, Jonathan Crane."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Mr. Crane...you may call me Crowley. [He turns his head and smiles at the boy, his teeth shining unnaturally white in the darkness]

Calm down, boy. I'll not hurt you...

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

"It's just Jonathan really," he explains hands in his lap, "So I haven't seen you around town before. Are you new here?"

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

I've only just arrived this week, yesss. I'm finding it to be, shall we say, interesting. People here are so willing to chat with a bloke. It's refreshing really. And some of them have a real whimsy about them. [He laughs again, it's a rasping hiss that grates on the nerves]