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1st temptation [voice|action]
[ G'day Luceti. Today is a very bad day, you know why? Because Crowley is currently stuck in a bloody closet. He is so not amused, especially when he notes that he's wearing typical Luceti arrival get up. There's a moaned sigh from him, as memories of this place flood back into his mind. He also feels cramped in here, he was having a nice nap too. He picks up the journal laying at his side. ]
Oh hell. You have got to be joking. You buggers just couldn't keep your hands off of me, could you? [ He kinda, sorta, realizes that this closet is one person too full. ]
[There's a soft moan from just behind him. Hello, Crowley; you've got a succubus' chest against your back.]
[Morrigan lets out a soft sound of discomfort, her arms curled around him.]
Well, I know I can't...
...but only because I seem to be entangled very intimately with you.~
[ Oh whoa, lady. Where did you even...oh, okay duel room closets. He sees how it is. Malnosso, he so does not like you. Though he really can't mind the placement...but he knows what you are, darling. Demonesses are like ten times worse than demons, think praying mantises with blood red eyes and ten times worse tempers. He is totally not comfortable with this right now. ] Ngk! Well maybe if you shifted a little...
[ Just have some thumping and shuffling over the journal. Crowley is just gonna unwound himself from your lovely embrace there Morrigan. ]
Er. Yeah, listen, as intimate as closest can get...I think we're in someone's. Clothes and all that.
[ He motions with his hand to the terrible repertoire that probably wouldn't be worse for wear, considering it looked like it was defiled by something demonic already. Geez. They couldn't even leave him off in a closet with someone with good tastes! ]
[Oh, she shifts, all right. Cue a faint huff from her end as her face is assaulted by... something leather.]
Very... ragged clothes. Really, who wears things like this? [Sigh.] Their owner must be the most unattractive man in the human world... [ He grunts, but only because he's being assaulted from his end too. Sorry Morrigan, Crowley is all for debauchery but not in closets. Maybe some other time. ]
You're telling me. Must not think much of themselves, poor bugger. [ He has seen such travesties, the seventies and sixties for example. People who willingly wore tartan. Terrifying. ]
Guess you must be new then, huh? [That earns Crowley a raised brow.]
[...or it would, if, you know. If they weren't in a closet.] New? To the human world? Me?
[She's silent a moment, before bursting out into laughter.] Oh, sweetie... The human world and I are very well acquainted.
Yeah, well, this must be your unlucky day because this isn't- [ And before Crowley can finish he just...goes silent, because somebody is home and is coming towards the door, great, just great. Where was his tire iron when he needed it, huh? ]
[ Aaand after the whole closet fiasco, Crowley will just be walking around the town. Complete in his normal attire because like hell if he was going to be seen wearing that-that thing. Nothing really looks different which is typical for this place. He'll open his journal then, sounding a bit peeved and tired. ] Doesn't look like much has changed around here. Still no cars, still in the medieval times with horses, whoopdeedoo.
[ Grievous sighing goes here. ] You'd think they could just whip up some cars and roads at least. That bar is still open right? Think I might need a few drinks. Anyone is welcome to join. Isn't much fun when you do it alone.
[ And he might just want to mess around with people. Because he was in the mood for it, really. ]
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Yeah sure. Seventh Heaven by the bar.
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[And the 17 year old will be heading there at the appointed time, hoping that no kinda-guardian catches him.]