Monday Evening (after sunset)

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

That Kiki brat is in the shop, being annoying and chipper. A little of that goes a long way. He takes a sack of scones to the park and tosses them to the ducks for an evening snack.

((for notsouledyet, but after him, open to others))

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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

After talking with Beka, Angelus went in search of Crowley. Finding him by the ducks made the search a whole lot simpler.

"You know," he said, without any other preamble, "there's a little thing called honor among demons. Not that it exists, but common courtesy never kills."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Quite right, pet. Manners are the backbone of civilization. Won't you join me?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus remained standing. "What are you doing to Tara and Bel? No, wait, forgot I left my give a damn in my other pants. Those two are mine. Back off. I don't need some evil-come-lately screwing up perfectly good art in progress."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Lighting a cigarette, he listens to Angelus and then smiles] Your art in progress, eh? Well, pet, I'll tell you what...Tara is suffering from something I have only incidental involvement with. I'm sure it'll pass...or she'll slice her wrists. Either way, she's hellbound.

Belthazor, dear boy that he is, his whole problem is poor manners and an inability to take criticism. You, on the other hand, I thought had impeccable manners. And yet, you do not sit. Pity, that.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Problems with Bel go through me," Angelus said. "You're new in town so you get a one strike grace period. But now you're being told, in very small words so you can understand: he is mine. I now do not add a warning like 'Fuck with him again and I'll...' because you will not fuck with him again. Am I making myself clear?"

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Oh, pet. I know he's yours. He knows he's yours. And he was none too happy to hear me tell him all I knew about him. Poor little halfbreed, so sensitive about his heritage and responsibilities. In denial, he is, with that little flesh puppet he calls a soulmate.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Let's back up to the part where you knew he was mine and yet you touched him anyway," Angelus said. "Because that has me back on rudeness. You know, I don't know what so-called evil schemes you're up to with your angel and your ducks, but if I did I'd extend a little courtesy. Not smear my hands over the wet paint on your canvas. So why, I cannot help but wonder, would you ache so badly to try to annoy me?"

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Perhaps because you are a petulant chiild, just like your kept boy. If he had left when I asked him to, I wouldn't have had to escort him out of the Shop. And that comes back to manners, pet. I requested, he set his hand on fire. Supremely uncouth.

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

((*pokes* still here?))

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

((You want to poke Crowley? You pervert.))

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

((clearly some one doesn't get the Tentacle))

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

((Clearly. We don't take that rag at the Shop))

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

((so can I show up or do we just OOC all night?))

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

((Well, I'm a lot nicer OOC...how much abuse would you like, pretty little Crane?))

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

((Crowley isn't that mean to Jonathan usually, if it's a special occassion though be as mean as you want))

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

((The show up, sweet boy. We'll have such fun))

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

Jonathan's walking by the duck pond Monday evening. A lot of people in the dorms seemed to be talking about the stupid Tentacle. Jonathan would feel bad that people were definately going to come down on Paige harder than him but he can't really be bothered.

wonder if the ducks are around he thinks to himself looking around and wishing he had something to feed them.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

My beautiful Crane. How are we this evening? [He sits on the bench, sprawled across it, smoking...as always.]

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

Jonathan blushes a little, but he's getting more used to Crowley with time, "Good evening Mr. Crowley, I'm doing all right how are you? Ducks keeping you company? And plese call me Jonathan," he tells him

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Jonathan, such a hard name for such a soft, beautiful boy. I prefer Crane...like a graceful bird you are. [He smiles and a rasping hiss passes the smoke out between his teeth.]

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

"Well, I suppose you're the one that has to say it. Feel free to call me whatever you like. How's business?"

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Too busy. Pests love to come in and bother me with their noises. Can't get a moment's peace with the angel. I't makes me...cranky.

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

Jonathan sits down on the bench facing Crowley, "It does seem to be a problem around here, no one has any respect for privacy. I'd think people would know better than to bother you though," Jonathan says,tilting his head slightly.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

No common sense either. They think it's funny to bother me in the shop because they know it's safe space. I promised my angel...no mischeif in the Shop. I'm beginning to regret making that promise.