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[yamanaka]

[There are three women - that is to say, Faye, Ino, and Lois - walking into the lobby at this moment, and all three of them are inexplicably wearing leotards, heels, and a strange armpiece made of metal.

The lights dim for a moment before a familiar beat starts to play and they begin dancing ...]

All the single ladies, all the single ladies
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Comments

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley's watching this in a mixture of confusion and horror. Talking about breaking up then bitching about not getting a marriage proposal? What the hell sort of mixed signals are those? He really has no words.

...The leotards are kind of hot though]

[onlyanapple]

[He sees that look]

There's probably an open journal somewhere. You know how they get, opening when you least want them to, recording everything.

[yamanaka]

Ugh .... [sd;jkhksdlf doesn't want to admit that this will probably freak him out]

[onlyanapple]

[Poor Leroy]

Want me to take him drinking to calm him down?

[yamanaka]

He would never agree to that.

[onlyanapple]

What, he's a teetotaller?

[yamanaka]

... A what?

[onlyanapple]

Someone who doesn't drink.

[yamanaka]

No, it's not that, he's always got a glass of scotch or something. He just thinks you're annoying.

[onlyanapple]

[Hand to his chest in fake surprise] Me? Annoying?

[yamanaka]

Yes, you. He doesn't have a lot of patience.

[onlyanapple]

He hasn't killed you yet. I'm sure I can wear him down.

[yamanaka]

Why would he kill me?!

[onlyanapple]

You said he doesn't have a lot of patience.

[yamanaka]

You don't have to be rude. Anyone would be annoyed by some guy coming out of nowhere and teasing him about his girlfriend being pregnant.

[onlyanapple]

Hello, I'm Crowley, have we met? And technically, he came to me.