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paradisalogs2012-02-12 11:46 pm
onlyanapple) wrote in paradisalogs2012-02-12 11:46 pm
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Not a drinking log yet
Who: Aziraphale and Crowley
What: Locked in a room for Valentines
When: 12th Febuary
Where: A ROOM!
Rating: Ahahahahahahahaha. PG forever.
Crowley was very, very annoyed. Yesterday was supposed to be a well planned day of giving Faye a cake and some chocolates in the hope it would placate her enough that she'd not try to punch him in the space of a few hours. After all, it had been a year since their Something had started, and he felt he should honour that.
But no, instead he woke up in a pink room on a heart shaped bed with an angel he never really wanted to ever share a living space with unless it was completely, and absolutely, necessary. He'd lost the entire day and now, a day on, the room was dark, save for the scented candles flickering away quietly. Which were becoming very annoying. They smelled of hippies and despair.
Crowley hated hippies and despair.
"If this blessed place wanted me to get laid it could have just left me alone. I'm more than capable of doing it by myself," he muttered darkly to himself.
Well. The cake may have gone, but the chocolates would probably last until they got out of here. Faye would just have to accept them as a belated gift. Yeah, that'd work. Probably. Maybe.
What: Locked in a room for Valentines
When: 12th Febuary
Where: A ROOM!
Rating: Ahahahahahahahaha. PG forever.
Crowley was very, very annoyed. Yesterday was supposed to be a well planned day of giving Faye a cake and some chocolates in the hope it would placate her enough that she'd not try to punch him in the space of a few hours. After all, it had been a year since their Something had started, and he felt he should honour that.
But no, instead he woke up in a pink room on a heart shaped bed with an angel he never really wanted to ever share a living space with unless it was completely, and absolutely, necessary. He'd lost the entire day and now, a day on, the room was dark, save for the scented candles flickering away quietly. Which were becoming very annoying. They smelled of hippies and despair.
Crowley hated hippies and despair.
"If this blessed place wanted me to get laid it could have just left me alone. I'm more than capable of doing it by myself," he muttered darkly to himself.
Well. The cake may have gone, but the chocolates would probably last until they got out of here. Faye would just have to accept them as a belated gift. Yeah, that'd work. Probably. Maybe.
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Seated on the edge of the garish and ludicrously shaped bed, he peeled back the top and began scanning the rows of delicious smelling treats... before giving a tut of annoyance.
"Typical," he mused aloud. "They always leave out that little leaflet thing."
Now how was he supposed to tell which were truffles and which were Turkish Delights?
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"Yeah, well. The castle isn't prone to helping out, is it?" he asked. "Only if it means you'll head in whatever sick twisted direction it wants you to go in."
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Selecting a round one with a swirling pattern, he deduced the smell indicated it was most likely a hazelnut praline... of which he was rather partial. Popping it into his mouth with a hum of satisfaction, he offered the box to the glaring demon.
"Would you like one?"
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"Do I want one of..." he stopped, and stared. "Oi! Those are not for you!"