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[queen_mum]

Ah... [She flits a disapproving look about the void.]

Wouldn't ya say this place is a bit... beneath us? Though I suppose it is better than that dusty old cellar Samuel had me chained up in. [ So rude Sam. You were supposed to be the gentleman.

She huffs, and sighs, uncomfortably smoothing of her dress. The queen mum looks decidedly put off. ]

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[goesdown]

I wouldn't say much is beneath you at this point. You've sunk so low as it is.

[queen_mum]

[ Mummy dear scowls, voice dripping with impatience. ]

Pot. Kettle. [ Really, Crowley, this shouldn't surprise. It's like you're related or something. ]

Fergus, dear, you were going to have me killed. What else would you expect me to do?

[goesdown]

Oh, I don't know, mother... maybe die.

[ Such a nuisance. ]

Learn to call me by my actually bloody name.

[queen_mum]

[ Eyeroll. ]

Fergus is your name, darling. Your superb choice of friends might enjoy your little role-play as King of Hell. [ She examines her nails. ] I, however, am still waiting to be impressed.

[goesdown]

Then you can keep waiting. I don't need you.

[ And if there's something a little petulant in his voice, he'll just blame it on her. ]

[queen_mum]

[ooc: please forgive lack of icons ;_;]

Don't you, dearie? Last I saw, you had a bit of a pest problem. I've never used that hex on an Angel before...

Unless the ~Great and Powerful~ King Crowley managed to worm his way out of that one as well? [ She'd have to admit being impressed if he had. Perhaps even confess a flickering moment of, dare we call it - Pride? ]

[goesdown]

[ <3 ]

I worm my way out of everything. That's what makes me King.

[ He hopes... ]

[queen_mum]

Oh don't you worry, love. I'm sure if you keep saying it, it will come true.

[ I'm sorry your mother is a troll. ]