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Post by Crowley on Nov 23, 2010 1:32:26 GMT -5
Crowley's phone rang. He had been expecting a call from someone he was trying to make a deal with*, so he picked up without looking.
"You've thought it over?" he asked in a voice usually reserved for Mysterious Puppetmasters in action films.
*Not for his soul. Directly, anyway. The deal was sure to stain a few multitudes of souls, however.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 23, 2010 1:34:32 GMT -5
"...is this Mr. Crowley?" said a rather disaffected voice on the other end of the line.
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Post by Crowley on Nov 23, 2010 1:35:25 GMT -5
He froze. "...who's this?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 23, 2010 1:36:22 GMT -5
"This is Adrian Veidt."
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Post by Crowley on Nov 23, 2010 1:37:41 GMT -5
He moved the phone away from his mouth to whisper "fuck" before putting it back in its proper place.
"Ah. Hi."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 23, 2010 1:43:35 GMT -5
There was a small tap that was almost certainly the sound of a pen being rapped against a desk.
"...how are you."
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Post by Crowley on Nov 23, 2010 1:46:22 GMT -5
"A-alright, I suppose. May I ask why you're calling?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 23, 2010 1:54:22 GMT -5
"I'm actually calling on Adrien's behalf-"
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Post by Crowley on Nov 23, 2010 1:56:28 GMT -5
"Oh! Okay. That makes more sense."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 23, 2010 2:03:32 GMT -5
"My wife and I will be hosting a Christmas party, and Adrien would like you to attend, though of course..."
He smiled thinly.
"Well, if you can't make it-"
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Post by Crowley on Nov 23, 2010 2:08:39 GMT -5
"Now, hang on, I never said I couldn't make it," he snapped. "It's in New York, yeah?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 23, 2010 2:14:24 GMT -5
"Yes."
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Post by Crowley on Nov 23, 2010 2:14:51 GMT -5
"What day?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 23, 2010 2:16:39 GMT -5
"The 24th of December."
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Post by Crowley on Nov 23, 2010 2:18:49 GMT -5
He mentally went through his schedule. He'd have to miss Christmas at Magda's...
"I'll be there," he declared as images of slaughtered pigs and fake snow flashed before his eyes.
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