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Post by Crowley on Nov 20, 2011 22:22:33 GMT -5
"So what do you want to do tomorrow, other than shag?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 20, 2011 22:25:47 GMT -5
He stretched out underneath him, laughing. "Hmm. Well. I don't know. Stuff. Anything's better than sitting home alone too tired to cry."
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Post by Crowley on Nov 20, 2011 22:30:13 GMT -5
"Well, that's definitely not an activity listed at the Hotel del Crowley. We could go walk around the city or something. I mean, it's Paris. Can't go wrong."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 20, 2011 22:36:10 GMT -5
"Cafés, huh?"
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Post by Crowley on Nov 20, 2011 22:43:05 GMT -5
"We might end up sampling every pastry in the city. Hope you're alright with that."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 20, 2011 22:46:22 GMT -5
"I'll have to pick up some clothes- but, yeah. I'd like that. A lot. And then... we could go skating."
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Post by Crowley on Nov 20, 2011 22:53:01 GMT -5
He smiled. "Sure. I haven't skated in ages."
Last time he'd done it was 1402. The 14th century had been bad enough to actually drive him over to the road to Hell. It was more fun than watching everyone die and be sad about it.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 20, 2011 23:02:50 GMT -5
"Me neither-"
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Post by Crowley on Nov 20, 2011 23:05:32 GMT -5
"Right, well, let's put that on the agenda."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 20, 2011 23:13:07 GMT -5
"Haha, awesome."
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Post by Crowley on Nov 20, 2011 23:22:05 GMT -5
Crowley pulled Adrien a little closer. "I think I'm gonna go to sleep, kid, okay?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 20, 2011 23:25:42 GMT -5
He nodded, cuddling up against his chest.
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Post by Crowley on Nov 20, 2011 23:30:21 GMT -5
Crowley took his shades off and set them down on the nightstand before closing his eyes and letting himself drift off, letting himself feel the weight of Adrien in his arms.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 20, 2011 23:59:18 GMT -5
Sleepily, he nuzzled closer. "Night, Crowley..."
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