The windows to his soul?

[yellow_snakeyes]

Who: yellow_snakeyes and leftacreampuff
What: Lunch at Crowley's!
When: Sometime in January...during the whole Black Hole fiasco.
Where: 8-1
Warnings: Chihaya.

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[leftacreampuff]

[Making his way to Crowley's room isn't nearly as much of a chore as it used to be, thanks to rooming with Polly]

[So when he reaches the door, he doesn't know why he's so antsy. Or rather, he can't tell if he's excited or nervous.]

[Black hole aside, of course]

[He doesn't bother knocking-- he knows the door doesn't like that, and he doesn't want to be rude! So instead he calls out just loud enough for the demon inside to hear]

Crowley! It's me!

[yellow_snakeyes]

[Even though the door opens on its own when told to, Crowley goes over to it to open it and let Chihaya inside.]

Hey. Come in.

[leftacreampuff]

Hello, Crowley!

[Oh, he knows that. But there's something special about Crowley answering the door for him!]

[And speaking of special, Chihaya's going to give Crowley a nice, big, but quick! hug before stepping inside]

[Naturally, he takes his shoes off at the door. Manners!]

Something smells really good! Did you cook?

[yellow_snakeyes]

[He endures Chihaya's hug with an eyeroll but no real displeasure. The times, how they have changed.]

I don't cook. It's take-out.

[leftacreampuff]

Take-out is still good! Is it Chinese? Italian? Alien?

[His grin stretches from ear to ear. And, more importantly, it's actually genuine!]