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?

Comments

[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.