The number 249 is not divisible by 2

[onlyanapple]

[There's the sound of pages turning, not from the main journal, but from one a short distance from this open one. Crowley has to wonder how many residents still even HAVE an old journal. Not many, he bets. Really, it doesn't bother him as much as he should, his newly found factoid. The passing of time is of little consequence to him. Still, it should probably be said, so after a moment, he deigns to speak]

It managed to pass me completely by, but I've passed the five year mark, living here now. Small change, really, but still something. [A few more pages turning] I think I'm the longest serving resident here, now.

...Thought I'd at least get a little trophy for that. Perhaps a commemorative plate. But nothing. Way to be cheap, Paradisa.

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[onlyanapple]

I'm a snake so I'm decidedly not warm blooded.

[wishmadeinfire]

I think that could be argued.

_{[ He waved to the waiter and another glass of wine was brought over, this one almost purple than red. ]}

But we're getting into details, aren't we? Celebrations aren't for details.

[onlyanapple]

I find details very important.

[wishmadeinfire]

They can be, especially when making deals.

_{[ he shook his head, not wanting to go into that either and considered the bar. ]}

Fives years... it seems impossible.