[ closed ] carry on my wayward son

[iswaswillbe]

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[onlyanapple]

Crowley had been in a good mood. He'd caused a few instances of mild discomfort and upset around the castle, it had been a successful day. He was planning on settling down with a bottle of wine and toasting a bad job well done.

Except God was in his room. Why was God in his room? His eyes narrowed behind his shades.

"I'm pretty sure you and I have had words about you coming into my room."

[iswaswillbe]

"We did." His smile quirks up a little higher. "I took a leaf out of your book. I disregarded them for today."

He takes a seat on the couch, perfectly placid.

[onlyanapple]

No. This was not how it was supposed to go. He was not going to have all this witty smirky crap in his room. He briefly wondered if it would work, setting the dog on him. ...No, probably not.

"Duly noted, you can break the rules. Now bugger off."

[iswaswillbe]

Not so easy this time, Crowley. He's not leaving until He's achieved what needs be done.

"Not yet. Heard the saying that you can only fish for so long before you have to throw a stick of dynamite in the water?"