After their...confusing conversation earlier, Henry had felt the need to draw. Drawing always calmed him down. It was one of those things he could do without thinking, as well, or at least thinking about anything more complicated than graphite quality and line thickness and such. And after that talk...he really didn't want to think for a while
( ... )
'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.' Crowley thought. Henry's voice sounded quiet, tired maybe. If he didn't want to talk about the world he was from before Paradisa, Crowley sure as he- sure was going to make him. Or maybe the man was just a quieter kind of guy when he wasn't getting his hand stuck on a doorknob, his face littered with jello, and his hair dyed pink. Speaking of the hair
( ... )
Henry shut the door--all the way closed, this time--after Crowley had entered and took the wine bottle from him with a nod of thanks. The closed door behind him made his skin crawl just a little, but the feeling was more muted with Crowley in the room than it would have been had he been completely alone. And at least the window was still cracked open. As long as some kind of exit was available he could bear to be in here for a while
( ... )
Crowley raised his eyebrow a bit at Henry's response to his absolutely clean room. The guy was probably compulsive about it. Or just a neat-freak. If Aziraphale did somehow end up in Paradisa again, he might have to introduce the two after all. Maybe some of Henry's cleaning habits would rub off onto the angel
( ... )
So they were playing twenty questions now? Well, alright.
Crowley pulled off his sunglasses from his face and gave the lenses a quick once over with his shirt. It wasn't the same as having them stay constantly clean without even really thinking, but the soft cloth method wasn't doing too badly.
"Let's see."
It was taking him some time to formulate any sort of question. Not only because he didn't want to accidentally ask something that would set the mood back, or be too personal, but also because he was as good as drunk. Not quite so what he would normally get, but considering the hangover in store for him the next morning, it was enough.
"Anybody gonna miss you? I mean, back home. Have you got anybody that'd miss you? Or is, I mean."
Henry laughed, scratching idly at his five o'clock shadow. "Evil, huh? You don't seem very evil to me." He dropped his hand back down into his lap and looked over at Crowley. "You're...you're way too nice to be a demon, you know that? You don't seem...evil...to me at all. I mean, you didn't have to go out and get that doctor for Weiss...."
There was more he had to say on this subject, he was sure of it...but his train of thought derailed at this point and he was left floundering for a moment.
"...hair?"
The man turned to the demon with a confused look on his scruffy face. "Hair...oh, right." He snickered amusedly. "I like the way you look. You have nice hair
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Crowley pulled off his sunglasses from his face and gave the lenses a quick once over with his shirt. It wasn't the same as having them stay constantly clean without even really thinking, but the soft cloth method wasn't doing too badly.
"Let's see."
It was taking him some time to formulate any sort of question. Not only because he didn't want to accidentally ask something that would set the mood back, or be too personal, but also because he was as good as drunk. Not quite so what he would normally get, but considering the hangover in store for him the next morning, it was enough.
"Anybody gonna miss you? I mean, back home. Have you got anybody that'd miss you? Or is, I mean."
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There was more he had to say on this subject, he was sure of it...but his train of thought derailed at this point and he was left floundering for a moment.
"...hair?"
The man turned to the demon with a confused look on his scruffy face. "Hair...oh, right." He snickered amusedly. "I like the way you look. You have nice hair ( ... )
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