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[sinksducks]

WHO: Crowley; open
WHAT: Wiles. HAPPY wiles.
WHERE: Seattle. A park or something I GUESS.
WHEN: Sunday, after the Griffin arrives with his unreasonable, all-engulfing happiness
WARNINGS: DEMONIC ACTIVITY ?

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[thelaughingmage]

[YOU ARE A GENIUS.]

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[sinksducks]

[aw shucks <3]

[squashesdoves]

Aziraphale fell into step with the familiar figure out of habit, and, if he was being honest with himself, mild boredom; cheering up babies was all well and good, but there were limits, and it was, after all, a nice day.

"Hello, my dear," he said. "How are you?"

[sinksducks]

"Fantastic," Crowley said without a trace of sarcasm, watching with no small amount of satisfaction as a child pushed another one into the pond in a fit of youthful high spirits.

He smiled at Aziraphale. Behind him, the pond-soaked child's parent launched into a vicious tirade against the parents of the child who'd done the pushing.

"It's a nice day, isn't it?" He couldn't seem to stop smiling.

[squashesdoves]

"Oh, yes," said Aziraphale, agreeably, while the children, tiring of their parents' argument, leapt into the pond together to save a mysteriously sinking duck. "Really, I feel better than I have in ages."

[sinksducks]

"Oh, you too?"

The rescued duck bit one of the children on the hand, resulting in a protracted wail. Crowley stuck his hands in his pockets and beamed.

"It's funny, isn't it? Everybody's so happy." He couldn't quite bring himself to question it, though; he sounded curious, but not in the least bit suspicious. Later, he'd find that kind of unnerving.

[thelaughingmage]

Coincidentally, John too had decided to visit the park. It'd need more than some daft, grinning plush toy of a bird-thing to improve his fundamental outlook on life, but...well, it was a nice day, and gather ye virgins while ye may or some such.

Though he had wondered what tornado of misfortune he'd been following along the way here. When the dismayed quacking of the ducks drew his attention to what was smiling happily over by the pond, it all suddenly made quite a bit more sense.

SORRY FOR MY SLOWERY

[sinksducks]

Apparently lots of people had decided a trip to the park would be the ideal use of such a pleasant day - although, admittedly, at this point in time, this specific area of the park was not quite so pleasant as the rest of it.

There still were quite a few people around, but John was relatively easy to spot. Crowley gave him a cheerful little wave.

Slap me if I sound like a teeth-grindingly horrible British ripoff.

[thelaughingmage]

John nodded to him, then after a brief hesitation headed over in his direction.

"I stand corrected," he said when he got within easy speaking range. "You have got a talent for despite."

lmfao

[sinksducks]

"Oh ye of little faith." Crowley smiled. "It is my job, you know. Mine is an evil tempered in the fires of Hell itself in the timeless aeons before the Earth was born," he added, matter-of-factly.

I'm so late. I hope this is all right. orz

[will_end_you]

Since it seemed to be an unusually nice day, and the park was right next to the house that Dean was currently borrowing, he decided to take a walk. It was interesting how much he felt he appreciated the park today. He'd walked through it several times since he'd come to Seattle, but it just seemed...better today

OF COURSE IT IS

[sinksducks]

Crowley raised an eyebrow, but his smile was more or less friendly.

"No?" he said. "Well, it is a very nice day."

He looked at Dean curiously. It almost sounded like some kind of proposition, but the guy was obviously more suspicious than anything else.

A few of the ducks bobbed back to the surface, quacking bewilderedly.

\o/

[will_end_you]

"Yeah. Well..." Dean glanced over his shoulder as some of the ducks mysteriously surfaced. He frowned slightly and returned his attention to the...whatever it was that he was talking to. A demon, maybe? Or one of those people here that had strange abilities.

He gave the guy an irritated look, not quite managing a glare under the influence of whatever it was that had everybody so happy. "What are you?" Might as well cut straight to the chase. Just because Dean was in an oddly good mood today didn't mean he was going to let some duck sinking critter walk off easy.

[sinksducks]

"That's rather forward of you," said Crowley, although he didn't seem particularly annoyed by the question. Amused, if anything.

He smiled. "Who wants to know?"