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Post by Crowley on Feb 18, 2009 1:05:25 GMT -5
It was the middle of the night, and a certain demon was partaking on one of his favorite earthly pleasures. He was so sound asleep he'd stop breathing (as he didn't need to), and the cat snored happily next to him. It was a peaceful night.
That is, until...
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Post by Magda on Feb 18, 2009 1:08:04 GMT -5
Magda leaned over and prodded him gently in the shoulder.
"Croilly?"
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Post by Crowley on Feb 18, 2009 1:08:59 GMT -5
Quick to react, Crowley groaned, pulled his pillow over his head, and mumbled, "Go 'way. 'M sleepin'."
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Post by Magda on Feb 18, 2009 1:13:07 GMT -5
"Croilly!" she repeated.
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Post by Crowley on Feb 18, 2009 1:14:09 GMT -5
He mumbled something else. Wormwood had already curled up in a chair in the corner of the room.
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Post by Magda on Feb 18, 2009 1:15:04 GMT -5
Magda advanced from prodding to shaking.
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Post by Crowley on Feb 18, 2009 1:16:00 GMT -5
Crowley put the pillow back under his head.
"What do you want, Magda?"
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Post by Magda on Feb 18, 2009 1:21:29 GMT -5
"Vake up!"
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Post by Crowley on Feb 18, 2009 1:22:10 GMT -5
He glanced at the clock. "It's four in the morning, Magda. And how did you get in here?"
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Post by Magda on Feb 18, 2009 1:23:38 GMT -5
"I climbed in srough se skylight in se bassroom."
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Post by Crowley on Feb 18, 2009 1:25:05 GMT -5
"Creepy. Furthermore, unless there's some sort of dire emergency that can't wait until tomorrow night, I'm going back to sleep."
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Post by Magda on Feb 18, 2009 1:30:51 GMT -5
"Ve're going back to se old country," Magda announced.
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Post by Crowley on Feb 18, 2009 1:31:38 GMT -5
"...Romania? At four in the morning?" he deadpanned.
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Post by Magda on Feb 18, 2009 1:32:35 GMT -5
"Not now, silly," Magda laughed. "Se day after tomorrow!"
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Post by Crowley on Feb 18, 2009 1:33:35 GMT -5
He glared. "And you woke me up for this why?"
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