1 [Video] Forwarded to morning.

[kissesdarling]

[It's something of a normal image -- a well-dressed (all in black) middle-aged man standing somewhat calmly in the center of the baseball diamond. One hand is in his pocket, a bottle containing a dark liquid tucked in the crook of his elbow -- the other, holding his communicator. By the look of things, the man has figured out how to use it -- as

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[painhumbles]

One. Singular. It loses a little something without the full set.

[kissesdarling]

[The response comes something of twenty minutes later -- to Crowley looking thoroughly unimpressed, but a lot more calm and in control than his twitching earlier.]

How unfortunate, Rocky without Bullwinkle. Or is it vice versa?

[Either way, Crowley could honestly give zero fucks. He hopes they're half dead and seperated forever and, oh, shall we add a dose of torture to their misery? He thinks so.]

[painhumbles]

It's moose season, Natasha. Speaking of, I thought you were just a bit-part demon. Don't tell me they promoted you after Lucifer decided being what Cain was to Abel was all the rage.

[kissesdarling]

[Oh, good, the one that constantly wants to kill him. fml.]

How cute, you think Hell works on a promotion system.

[He fought for what he has, thank you very much. No one granted him a thing.]

[painhumbles]

I hear most of the demons downstairs think so. Then again, you're the guy with the mansion and the good doobie button for giving the muttonheads the magic bullets that didn't work on Satan. Kudos.

[kissesdarling]

Most of the demons downstairs are dull-witted bloodthirsty idiots.

[Somewhat loftily. Also ignoring the slight about the Colt. He could honestly care less of whatever opinion people have of him. It isn't as if he's respected in their own world by the general demon population.]

I took over the family business -- promotion free. I didn't even get a bonus. Our insurance network is shit.

[painhumbles]

Which means Lucifer's back in the pit in the future. Sonuvabitch, those morons actually made it work.

...And you're the guy who got the throne. So, ten dollar question, Crowley... Is it better to reign in Hell?

[kissesdarling]

[A dangerously personal question. Crowley dismisses it.]

The benefits of no longer being someone's bitch far outweighs the losses.

[painhumbles]

Good thing Lucifer Times Two have no friggin' clue about any of that. Not that the other one actually gives a shit.

[kissesdarling]

Word travels fast. He'll find out regardless of whether or not anyone tells him.

[Which is just -- fucking great, by the way. Being the only demon in a world where Lucifer is batshit crazy. Crowley is going to just angel-proof the fuck out of anywhere he stays now.]

[painhumbles]

You'd be surprised how much no one tells Lucifer up until it's front page news.

[kissesdarling]

[... that is interesting.]

I'm certain he's delighted with that.

[painhumbles]

Ask Chuck why he's in a wheelchair. If he tells you he fell down the stairs? He's a liar.

[kissesdarling]

[Hardly surprising. Chuck is lucky to be alive, in that case, if he pissed off Lucifer.]

Unfortunate.

Where is he?

[Somewhat casually. Not that he expects Gabriel to tell the truth. Or trusts him. He has a horrendous track record with angels actually being acceptable beings worthy of trust.]

[painhumbles]

Lucifer or Chuck? The former I have no friggin' clue and considering he's got unfinished business with me, I've got no real need to find out. [Also... Just no.] The latter I can't really in good faith just rat out. It's this new honor code I built up.

[kissesdarling]

[He meant Lucifer -- but both pieces of information are useful, albeit worrying. Lucifer was unknown. Fuck his life times a million.]

Unfinished business?

[He doesn't expect Gabriel to answer. He wouldn't, if he were the angel. But color him curious.]