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Date: March 15, 2001
Status: Private (War and Crowley)
Setting: Greenhouse
Summary: War is doing some surveillance on the supposed cat torturer.
The morning after his awkward conversation with Gabriel, Crowley needed a quiet restorative. He'd been cooped up inside too much, which led to stilted, drunken conversations with archangels. Better to get outside, he thought, and see what was going on during the first fine day in March. The plants probably needed a good talking to as they started to poke their spring shoots out of the ground, or their pots as the case may be, so he decided to go to the greenhouse.
However, as the demon reached the door, he heard a plaintive, "Mrrrow?"
Chicago was at his feet, blinking big yellow eyes up at him. It was true she hadn't been able to explore much lately...
"Oh, all right. Stupid cat. But you'll do what I say."
She just head-butted his ankle. Crowley picked up Chicago with a sigh - no cat hairs would dare transfer themselves to his suit - and headed outside.
Once inside the greenhouse, he made sure the doors and windows were all closed to prevent her escape and let the cat down to do as she would. Sort of.
"Don't get dirty or eat anything."
With a dismissive exhale, she slinked off, all long legs and sleek fur - a huntress looking for her prey.
Rolling his eyes, the demon turned his attentions to the plants. Eventually, along a far wall, he found a sunflower idly sending roots out of its own container to one nearby.
In a loud, menacing voice, he told it, "If you don't get out of that pot this second, I am going to cut your fucking head off." The sunflower shook slightly as the roots began to slowly retract. Crowley grinned evilly.
Status: Private (War and Crowley)
Setting: Greenhouse
Summary: War is doing some surveillance on the supposed cat torturer.
The morning after his awkward conversation with Gabriel, Crowley needed a quiet restorative. He'd been cooped up inside too much, which led to stilted, drunken conversations with archangels. Better to get outside, he thought, and see what was going on during the first fine day in March. The plants probably needed a good talking to as they started to poke their spring shoots out of the ground, or their pots as the case may be, so he decided to go to the greenhouse.
However, as the demon reached the door, he heard a plaintive, "Mrrrow?"
Chicago was at his feet, blinking big yellow eyes up at him. It was true she hadn't been able to explore much lately...
"Oh, all right. Stupid cat. But you'll do what I say."
She just head-butted his ankle. Crowley picked up Chicago with a sigh - no cat hairs would dare transfer themselves to his suit - and headed outside.
Once inside the greenhouse, he made sure the doors and windows were all closed to prevent her escape and let the cat down to do as she would. Sort of.
"Don't get dirty or eat anything."
With a dismissive exhale, she slinked off, all long legs and sleek fur - a huntress looking for her prey.
Rolling his eyes, the demon turned his attentions to the plants. Eventually, along a far wall, he found a sunflower idly sending roots out of its own container to one nearby.
In a loud, menacing voice, he told it, "If you don't get out of that pot this second, I am going to cut your fucking head off." The sunflower shook slightly as the roots began to slowly retract. Crowley grinned evilly.