Late Tuesday at the Park

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Tonight he's in a much better mood. He makes quacking noises at the ducks, tossing tasty nibbles to them gently. His cigarette burns slowly, the smoke curling lazily into the night sky.

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[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

One duck in particular comes over to catch the food Crowley tosses.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[As the brave duck approcahes, he takes his glasses off. They are always so pretty to him with their greedy mouths and beady eyes. He makes a tchktchk noise and tosses it a nibble of scone.]

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

The duck catches the piece of scone and flips its tail feathers.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Aren't you a pretty one? Yes you are. Look at those feathers. Right regal, you are. [He breaks off another little peice and tosses it.]

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

The duck catches the tidbit and preens as if it understands Crowley's words.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Oh, you're the proud one, what? Like youself, right? You know, pretty one, pride cometh before the fall. Pride and peer pressure. You be careful. [He tosses a smaller bit, trying to make it last so he can spend time with this bold creature.]

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

The duck catches the piece but seems unhappy that it is so small.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Well if you want more, love, you'll have to come closer so I can admire you proper. [He breaks off a larger bit, but doesn't toss it.]

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

The duck obligingly walks closer.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Let me see your beautiful teeth, pet. I like a sharp smile. [he holds the bit of scone low to the ground between his legs.]

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

The duck walks closer, but stops just out of reach. It flips its tail feathers in irritation.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[He tosses the scone into the open mouth] Don't get your knickers in a bunch, pet. I just want to admire you. You're the only one I've gotten to talk to who doesn't yak on and on about their humanity. Probably because you're not human. Here, have another...just for being a duck.

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

Another duck finally notices that there is food to be had and comes over to join the first. The first one snaps at it before catching the next tidbit.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Ah, dearies, I have plenty. No need to fight. Leave that to the emo children at the school. [He breaks off bits for each of them, and tosses them.]

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

The first duck apparently doesn't want to share. After snapping up the first piece, it shoulders its way in front of the other one. It catches the second piece and then turns and bites the other duck's head off.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[He smiles at their snapping. Lighting another cigarette, he tosses the victor a bit of scone.]

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

Content not to have to share anymore, the first duck catches the scone and preens again.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

To the victor go the spoils, right pet?[He pulls some small mushroom tarts from a pocket and tosses the duck one]

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

The duck snaps it up and flips its tail feathers again.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

You know. The ducks at St. James would breathe fire sometimes. Do you breathe fire, mon canard?

[Tosses another tartlet]

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

The duck catches the tartlet and tilts its head in concentration as it chews. After it swallows, it opens its mouth again and a small puff of smoke comes out.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Ah, you can do better than that. Here...have another and try again. [Tosses it a tartlet]

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

The duck steps forward to catch the tartlet, putting itself within Crowley's reach. It concentrates some more. This time, it produces a tiny flame and a bigger ball of smoke when it opens its mouth.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Marvelous, pet. Simply marvelous. I've never seen a duck with more amazing talents, not to mention such beautiful plummage. Would you like to join me on the bench? I'll give you tarts, and a cigarette, if you'd like.

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

The duck jumps up onto the bench, flips its tail feathers and preens some more.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Did you want a nosh or a smoke, pet? [he holds out both so the duck can pick.]

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

The duck eats both.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Quite right, pet. Quite right. [He places his hand on the ducks back and absently strokes it as he watches the surface of the pond]

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

The duck sits down and allows itself to be petted. It eventually falls asleep sitting next to Crowley.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[He gently pets the duck through the night, watching the stars as they move across the sky.]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

_{[[and I thought those ducks I footnoted in the Ethics debate were scary]]}

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

((*snicker* I knew some one was going to be NPC-ing the ducks with more regularity))

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

[*hides face in hands* Crowley, what have you done to my ducks?]

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

((ooc: *dies*))

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

((This...is so bloody hilarious.))

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]