After speaking to Aziraphale, Crowley had decided to return back to the castle. After all, threatening wiles to be thwarted was not something he could just back down from later. So, he was wandering the halls, peering into rooms and taking notes down in a little book. This would all be prime trolling material later.
He noticed Faye a little too late to avoid her, so he settled for an awkward wave, which he tried to disguise as lazy.
"Valentine," he said, before noticing the blanket and...well, the state she was in. "...Do I want to know what you're doing?"
Disregarding the wave, the greeting, the question, everything, her shoulders slumped in what seemed something like sniffly-faced relief when she spotted him.
"There you are."
And then, without further explanation, she continued to shuffle down the hall, heading right for him.
What the? ...Was she hugging him? Or as close as they got to a hug with clothing on, anyway. He stood awkwardly for a moment, comfort never being his forte. After a moment, he tentiviely patted her head.
He managed to remain silent, to his credit, for about five minutes. Then he had to speak again, the confusion and strangeness of this scenario being too much to bear.
Ugh. Humans and their wimpy immune systems. Honestly. He touched her shoulder, as had become common between them now, begining to heal her wihtout even noticing.
Well, that was something that she hadn't considered before. He really was all kinds of handy.
Sniffling and somehow managing to juggle the things in her arms around enough to pull out a tissue from the box so she could blow her nose, it took her a minute or so to notice that her head was clearing and she wasn't feeling nearly so woozy.
He resisted the urge to step back from her a little, just in case any of that stray...whatever the hell was seeping from her nose landed on his suit. He DID resist however, and settled for shrugging instead.
"Bender of reality, remember? So what happened? Were you sleeping in a hole in the ground or something?"
She groaned. Really, she didn't have a better answer than that.
"I wish I knew what I did to deserve this."
Now that she was feeling a little better, she gave a look around--at herself, the things in her arms, where she was--and her eyes settled on a wonderfully cushioned bench against the wall. Ah, yes. That was precisely what she wanted. So, Faye and her pillow and blanket and box of kleenex ambled over to pile onto it.
By sitting down, Crowley instantly became part of the furniture, and thus-- fair game. The pillow immediately lumped up against him, she moved to lean against it and his shoulder, getting comfortable whether he wanted her to or not.
He noticed Faye a little too late to avoid her, so he settled for an awkward wave, which he tried to disguise as lazy.
"Valentine," he said, before noticing the blanket and...well, the state she was in. "...Do I want to know what you're doing?"
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Disregarding the wave, the greeting, the question, everything, her shoulders slumped in what seemed something like sniffly-faced relief when she spotted him.
"There you are."
And then, without further explanation, she continued to shuffle down the hall, heading right for him.
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"...That implies you were actually looking for me. I was under the impression you were done with that sort of thing."
This woman. He was certain one day she'd make his head explode. It'd make one heck of a mess on the walls.
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Continuing on, she just kind of... walked up to him until she bumped into him. And then just stayed there, face buried miserably against his shoulder.
"Shut up."
Don't worry, she'll do her best not to sneeze on your suit.
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"Did I miss something?"
Shutting up was never his forte, either.
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"I said shut up."
Just to remind him.
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"No. Seriously. Did I miss something?"
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She leaned away to answer, or possibly tell him to shut up again, but never made it that far.
Turning her head, she sneezed-- into the general armful of blanket-pillow-kleenex that she was hugging to her chest.
So charming.
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"Well, that's attractive."
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Sniffling and somehow managing to juggle the things in her arms around enough to pull out a tissue from the box so she could blow her nose, it took her a minute or so to notice that her head was clearing and she wasn't feeling nearly so woozy.
Not that it helped her look much better.
"I didn't know you could do that."
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"Bender of reality, remember? So what happened? Were you sleeping in a hole in the ground or something?"
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"You mean this?" --pointing to her still rather sickly-looking face.
"Hell if I know. I guess the castle thought I wasn't having a bad enough couple of weeks."
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Crowley was quiet a moment, letting the gravity of that fact sink in. He made a 'huh' sound.
"You really pissed this place off once, didn't you?"
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"I wish I knew what I did to deserve this."
Now that she was feeling a little better, she gave a look around--at herself, the things in her arms, where she was--and her eyes settled on a wonderfully cushioned bench against the wall. Ah, yes. That was precisely what she wanted. So, Faye and her pillow and blanket and box of kleenex ambled over to pile onto it.
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After the smallest of hestitations, he followed her, moving to lounge on it, pushing a little of the blanket out of his way.
"And the reason for the blanket is?"
He already knew, of course, it was probably the same reason he was avoiding his own room. Bloody castle playing silly buggers again.
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"I'm tired."
It was a true answer, at the very least.
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