004 ♑ Eyes | find your own way

[driedfisheyes]

Characters: Eyes and anyone else in this fishbowl =3
Location: Your bed. Actually. With or without you in it~
Time: Early morning.
Style: Either or, but I'll be faster [like this] haha...
Status: Open like your bed =3

[Eyes awoke, feeling horribly disoriented, as if something had happened but he couldn't quite recall what. With a slight groan, he

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[scaresplants]

[There's a voice coming from near the floor. Crowley does not appreciate you popping in his bed, mister- though he has a bigger problem right now.]

What are you doing in my bed? Sheesh, I leave for one moment and people already start moving into my apartment...

[Say hi to the angry green snake, Eyes.]

[driedfisheyes]

[Sitting up with a jolt.

What. What =|]

Your bed...? [Argh impending wave of dizziness. More like, is this actually a snake talking/where is the person.]

[scaresplants]

Yes, my bed. Out.

[He means it, Eyes. The snake clacks his tongue threateningly, moving up the bedpost to glare right in your eyes.]

[driedfisheyes]

...!?

[IMMINENT CONFUSION. ARRIVING. IN HIS FACE. this is where you pretend I actually have icons =| and have his shocked/surprised/confused face up there

But either way, hold on, regaining his calm...sort of.]

I have no reason to be here.

[GETTING OUT OF BED OKAY.

Actually, why does a snake need a bed is kind of a question in his mind, but, well...]

[scaresplants]

Really? Then why are you in my bed, then? Strange to have no reason for that.

[The snake cocks his head, then relaxes a little. If you were Enjin, he would have bitten your nose off. Just saying.]

Just who are you, anyways?

[driedfisheyes]

I assure you I don't, and that I'd like to know the reason for it as well.

[Huh. Well.]

Ruther--

[So he was standing. And the funny thing about beds is that they have sheets and covers and all that good stuff. And sometimes your feet can get a little tangled in them and--

yeah. He'll just be wiping the floor with his face 'round about now.

...

Argh. Sitting up.]

Rutherford.

[scaresplants]

Okay, so you magically teleported in here to do what? Sleep in my bed? I assure you, my bed isn't that great-

[And he winces once he sees Eyes fall to the floor. Geez, the guy was clumsy. A shake of the head.]

Okay, Rutherford. Would you please untangle yourself from my bedsheets and get out of my apartment? That would be great, thanks.

[driedfisheyes]

[Jeez. Cut him some slack. Limbo is a horribly disorienting place okay =|]

I wouldn't be anywhere near here if I could help it. [AND UNTANGLING SELF AND STANDING AND HEADING TO THE DOOR.]

And you are...?

[Although he's skeptical if snakes even have names =|]

[scaresplants]

Crowley. I'm surprised you haven't heard of me yet, apparently everyone wants to kill me here.

[If he could fold the arms he doesn't have, he would.]

Hope you enjoy your stay in Vatheon, Rutherford, preferably staying far away from my apartment.

[driedfisheyes]

[Crowley, huh? He vaguely recalls seeing your name, but...] I wasn't aware.

[...Hold on. Being. Confused. Last he was aware, everyone was having issues with losing their senses. Nothing about people who they wanted dead. Unless...

He'll be out of your apartment in a moment, Crowley. Just one last thing.]

What's the date?

[scaresplants]

Date? It's the thriteenth of July, I believe, Where have you been?

[driedfisheyes]

[July. July? Two months...]

That's a question I would like answered myself.

[HE'LL BE GOING NOW.]

I won't bother you any further.

[And the door shuts behind him~]