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[a26blackbentley]

Blast. Blast, blast, blast. Blast, blast, blast, blast, blast, blast, blast. Why do these things always happen to him?

He returns to Azi's bookshop, desperately trying to keep from bursting into song in the middle of the street, although truth be told, since this is Soho, he's pretty likely to go unnoticed. Daleks. See if he ever goes back to

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[allteaandbooks]

Crowley's left in suspense for a few minutes, because Azi's busy with something very important: making tea. It'd be a while before he emerges from the back room with the tea tray and sets it on the counter.

"Well! You're in a good mood today. Would you like some tea?" Quick on the uptake, isn't he?

[a26blackbentley]

Crowley eyes the tea tray gratefully, and still whistling, nods. The expression on his face should be enough to tell Azi that something's happened.

[allteaandbooks]

Azi notices the expression, but pours the tea before asking anything. "So what happened?"

[a26blackbentley]

Crowley's brow furrows and he makes the letters "L" "O" "L" with his fingers, then takes a cup of tea and takes a long drink, not waiting for it to cool. He sighs and slumps against the counter, trying to relax. Of course, that means the LOL can grab ahold of him now.

"This could be heaven
This could be heaven
This could be heaven for everyone
In these days of cool reflection
You come to me and everything seems alright
In these days of cold affections
You sit by me - and everything's fine..."

He makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat and goes back to his tea.

[impalaman]

SOMEHOW through the niftiness of the nexus, Dean has figured out PINpoint co-ordinates to some of the places Crowley hangs out. Eventually in his daily travels, he will likely come across a nice bottle of bordeaux with his name on it and a thank you card from Sam and Dean for his help with the contract.

((Hope you don't mind me putting this here, couldn't think of any other way to contact you, haha))

[a26blackbentley]

((Not at all :3))