245 Jewish singers returned from captivity in Babylon

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley hasn't been back in to Casa Guts since the Even Horizon mess. He's stayed away, giving South time to deal with what the castle had made him do to her, to find some security in her life again. But now she's given him the all clear, he's gone back to what is undoubtedly somewhere he can call home.

He wanders the rooms at first, noting any changes, checking on his housemates without making it look like he's openly doing so, and eventually, he heads back to his room]

Okay, you leafy little fuckers, you might of had a holiday, but now I'm back, you'd better pick up any slack those sissys let you -

[He pauses, noticing the black lab sitting with his menagerie. He frowns, confused, heading over to his already open journal and flicking through the pages desperately. He'd been in such a self-involved state for so long, this had slipped him by]

When did Lana leave the castle?

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Crowley

[bro_codebreaker]

Awesome. ... Now how do I get there...?

Barney

[onlyanapple]

[He'll be helpful and draw a map]

Right into town, you can't miss it. It's the house with all the screaming.

Crowley

[bro_codebreaker]

Sounds homey. I'll be right over.

[and soon enough, he's picking his way through the menagerie in the front yard, trying to keep the cats and dogs from brushing against his suit.]

Ugh. I should have brought a lint brush. Or a squeaky toy. Or Cesar Milan.

Barney

[onlyanapple]

[The cats sure do love rubbing against that suit though, Barney. You HAVE to fuss them, house rules. Crowley leans on the door frame, clearly amused by this sight

Oh yeah, and there are a lot of animals.

Action!

[bro_codebreaker]

[the driest look ever as he scoops up a cat and pets it ominously]

Ve haff special vays of dealink vith your type, Mr. Crowley. Special vays.

forever!

[onlyanapple]

[He'll put a hand to his chest]

You'll never make me talk. Not while I'm defending Queen and Country.

[bro_codebreaker]

Ahaha, you ....defending. Good one. [he drops the cat before it decides to maul his face]. So, where's Phish?

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley points to a corner of the room where the rainbow coloured fish is swimming around]

It likes the corner. Bugger knows why.

[bro_codebreaker]

[since no one else is around, Barney gives himself free reign to goggle at Phish, even as the little spazball recognizes him and flits over to do excited loops around his head]

Holy crap, he's even more awesome than I made him sound. [he reaches out a hand, some of that carefully buried childish wonder creeping into his eyes and voice as Phish lands on his finger and wraps his tail around it]

Hey, little guy....!

[onlyanapple]

He's certainly...something. [Crowley smiles a little at the reunion. It's comforting, somewhat, seeing that even after everything, things can be rebuilt. Perhaps they couldn't be exactly as they were, but it wasn't completely hopeless]

[bro_codebreaker]

You can say that again. [he holds the finger Phish has finally "perched" on up to his face and croons:] That's right, Daddy's home. Who's my little shiny magic chick magnet? That's riiiiiiight.

[onlyanapple]

Well, you can never not say he isn't a conversation starter with the ladies.

[bro_codebreaker]

[can. never. not ... okay that's a lot of negatives to balance while you're still sort of staring at a shimmery fish made by the personification of delirium. give him a second]

Heheh, yeah.

[dude this fish is fantastic.]

... So um. Do I have to feed it anything or does it just ... fish around being psychadelic?

[onlyanapple]

I've never fed it. Sometimes it steals food off me, but largely I think it just floats about being a...really fucking weird fish.

[bro_codebreaker]

[that takes him aback a little, and he raises his eyebrows. Weeeeeird.]

Sweet, saves me money on fish food. So, how come you live all the way down here?

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley considers quietly for a moment]

I got a little bored with living in the castle. Needed a break.

[bro_codebreaker]

[well, that gives him pause - both the momentary quiet, and the response itself]

I'm having a hard time seeing how that place can get boring.

[onlyanapple]

I've been here for four years now. Getting closer to five. Eventually you get sick of the same shit.