Dec 05, 2008 22:41
[If Crowley remembered going to bed, he would be highly confused as to why there is an enormous fluffy white cat curled up next to him instead of a pudgy angel. As it is, Crowley doesn't remember being Crowley. He does, however, remember being Laluziel.
Laluziel likes cats. He scritches this one behind the ears.]
Hullo.
aziraphale,
crowley
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This cat business distracts him momentarily from the significant lack of demonic presence next to him. And mm, ear-scritching.]
Er. Er?
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Hullo. What's your name?
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He is going to pretend this is a dream and that this not-Crowley in his bed apparently does not recognize him, cat-shaped or no.]
Aziraphale.
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Do you know, I know an angel with that name!
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Do you?
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I do. I don't think he likes me very much, though. But you like me, don't you?
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He cannot bring himself to upset Laluziel.]
Oh, yes. [He nuzzles more affectionately for effect.]
Of course I do.
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[He holds the cat close. What is he doing in bed? He doesn't sleep. People sleep; angels don't. It's a bit silly. Wait- wait, where is he? This isn't Heaven or at least it doesn't look like Heaven. Is this His great creation? Laluziel is exciting about that.]
Do you live here?
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Er, yes.
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[Laluziel is confused. It is beginning to sound more and more like his kitty friend isn't exactly telling the truth. Oh dear.]
Have you got an owner?
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Yes. Not exactly an owner. Er.
[He pauses. This is what a cat looks like when thinking.]
You wouldn't like him.
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Oh. Well, that's too bad. I like most people, but-
[He bites his lip.]
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Are you hungry?
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A tad, I suppose.
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Let's get you something, then.
[He stands up, scooping the cat up in his arms. Oof. It's heavy.]
Come on. Do you fancy some fish?
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