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Post by Crowley on Sept 16, 2011 1:05:08 GMT -5
The door opened and Crowley let Adrien in.
"Here we are," he said, gesturing to the pristine, modern little flat. It was luxurious and expensive-looking, but it was clearly only meant for one person.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 16, 2011 1:06:43 GMT -5
"You're such a bachelor," said Adrien, before freezing in the threshold at what he'd just said.
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Post by Crowley on Sept 16, 2011 1:09:48 GMT -5
Crowley laughed light-heartedly. "You're right, I am. I actually lied about the second bed. Didn't want you to think you'd be imposing when I was trying to get you over here. I'll be taking the couch."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 16, 2011 1:11:08 GMT -5
"OhnoIcan-"
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Post by Crowley on Sept 16, 2011 1:12:29 GMT -5
"It's fine. Honestly, I can sleep anywhere."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 16, 2011 1:13:27 GMT -5
"So can I!" he said earnestly. "I used to be homeless..."
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Post by Crowley on Sept 16, 2011 1:14:06 GMT -5
"All the more reason for you to have a nice bed."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 16, 2011 1:15:28 GMT -5
He threw his arms around him.
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Post by Crowley on Sept 16, 2011 1:17:55 GMT -5
He smiled. "So yeah. I've got a kitchen. You hungry? Thirsty?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 16, 2011 1:18:59 GMT -5
"Let's put on a record and dance-"
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Post by Crowley on Sept 16, 2011 1:19:50 GMT -5
"I might actually have a record player somewhere."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 16, 2011 1:21:09 GMT -5
"Anything that plays music," he said breathlessly.
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Post by Crowley on Sept 16, 2011 1:22:49 GMT -5
He picked up a remote in the living room and turned on the sound system. The contents of his music library appeared on the TV screen.
"Any requests?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 16, 2011 1:26:35 GMT -5
"Oooooh."
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Post by Crowley on Sept 16, 2011 1:27:57 GMT -5
"So? You got any?" he asked with a stupid grin. He loved when people were impressed with his human things.
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