[The NV isn't showing much of anything, because it's in Crowley's coat pocket, though you can definitely hear some muffled cursing. It isn't in English, and it's actually quite offensive, if anyone knows Latin, but don't worry, it probably isn't directed at you. A scraping of a gate, a thrown aside trash can, and it sounds as if Crowley is walking
(
Read more... )
You.. have a pet.
Reply
You have a son. What's the difference?
Reply
Mine doesn't sleep on the carpet.
...Is it actually a Hell-hound?
Reply
[8|]
Do you know of any other massive invisible canine?
Reply
[Seriously, is- that's actually drool. On the floor. Right now. Mary can't get over this.]
Reply
You look surprised.
[He sounds entertained.]
I rule the underworld. You can't expect me to not keep one.
Reply
Reply
[And he's actually rather fond of the thing, but no one will ever know.]
Why wouldn't I take advantage of that?
Reply
[Oh, but wouldn't that be funny.]
-Sorry, I should know better than to question the bond between a man and his dog.
Reply
[There's a soft growling sound from general vicinity of the rug. Crowley glances towards it before arching his eyebrows at the NV.]
I do believe you've hurt her feelings.
Reply
I wasn't insulting her.
Reply
[He's just fucking around, but there's a sound of a dog yawning behind Crowley, followed by a whine.
Hurt feelings indeed.]
Reply
Does she have a name?
Reply
[Somewhat amusedly.]
My subordinates thought that it would piss me off. I decided to let it stick.
[Crowley always gets the last laugh. Always.]
Reply
You're serious. [W o w.] That's...
Reply
[Hands in his pockets, rather entertained by the laugh.]
Why let a perfectly good name slip by? I offered my full thanks.
[And got his revenge twice over by doing so.]
Reply
Leave a comment