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[aj_crawley]

Crowley stole the Sunday papers, this morning, before Aziraphael could read them.

It's pretty great that he was in a position to, really, but not quite so wonderful is the reason he didHe's not reading them, exactly - they're open to the story that's of, ah, particular interest, but Crowley seems more interested in his coffee, and in sporadically

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[clumsy_auror]

This is one of those Sunday mornings where organization laughs at those who try to acheive it. Still, Nymphadora looks pretty cheerful as she barrels into the room and asks Bar for a fresh box of Cheerios. Cereal in hand, she prepares to head back home, and then skids to a stop. "--Hey!"

[aj_crawley]

He perks up a little at the sound of her voice, and then looks around until he spots her, waving her over with a grin.

"Laying a trail so you can find your way back home?" he asks, with a nod at the Cheerios. "'Cos I have to say, relying on tasty cereal O's in a bar staffed by rats may not be the best plan ever."

[clumsy_auror]

Weaving her way through the chairs, 'Dora snickers and then plunks down beside Crowley, setting her bounty on the table in front of them. "Nothing so interesting, really. Your namesake is hopelessly addicted. Likes to chew them into a nice gummy paste and then smear it all over his hair. It's quite attractive."

[aj_crawley]

"Well, I suppose you can take pride in the fact that he's being environmentally conscious in his choice of styling products," he says, peering about the latest encouraging and instructional blurb on the back of the box. "Kind of balances out the early onset of vanity."

[petriedino]

Someone else is more interested in his coffee, too. He's never smelled anything like it before.

[aj_crawley]

What. The fuck.

[petriedino]

"Hello!" Petrie chirps, still eyeing the coffee.

[aj_crawley]

The tiny dinosaur is talking to him.

Crowley sort of... looks around a bit.

He's.

Not really sure what to do.