Voicetesting.

[sicemboy]

Darling, this isn't the first time you've procrastinated this way. I normally approve of such... healthy behavior, but I don't appreciate being your... what, fortieth? Sloppy fortieths just doesn't look right.

Regardless. I'm here. So now what?

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[freetobe]

Now you stay away.

[Do yourself and Castiel that favor, won't you?]

[sicemboy]

Cas, Cas, Cas. We really need to work on your manners, pretty boy angel.

[Crowley smirks.]

[freetobe]

Your manners are not an example I wish to follow.

[Castiel frowns.]

[sicemboy]

Not my fault if you haven't got any taste.

Where is that you want me to stay away from, pray tell?

[freetobe]

[Castiel narrows his eyes. He can miss subtleties, but he likes to think he's not stupid enough to fall for something like this.]

I would suggest staying right where you are. That will give Dean and I less reason to dispose of you.

[sicemboy]

[Good job, angel boy.]

I'm not sure your pay grade is high enough for that, angel.

[freetobe]

I suggest you avoid finding out.

[No, it really isn't. In fact, given that he's currently falling from Grace and growing weaker with each passing day... let's just say he has yet to find out he is too weakened to smite Meg, much less take on Crowley. Good thing he has no opportunity to test that theory.

Right?]

[sicemboy]

Promises, promises.

[He looks pretty unconcerned, all the same. As usual.]

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that you and your denim-wrapped attack dogs are here.

[freetobe]

[Just one of them, unfortunately. But Crowley doesn't need to know that.]

You will have a hard time gaining entrance to places in the multiverse that do not house versions of us.

[sicemboy]

Perhaps I should invest in roach motels.

[Winchesters all over the Multiverse. Figures.]

Like I said. No taste.

[freetobe]

Of course, you would prefer my preferences to lie your way. I can assure you, I have no interest in anything you can offer. I consider it insignificant.

[sicemboy]

Insignificant? You wound me. I thought we made a good team, you and I.

[runningfromhell]

If you're out of ideas of what you can do, I've got plenty.

[ They involve sharp objects and pain. ]

[sicemboy]

I was thinking of interesting ideas.

[runningfromhell]

I don't think you're really in a position to be picky here, are you?

[ Not that Meg's in a better position, but who cares about the details here? ]

[sicemboy]

[He's always picky. That's why he owns the moon.]

You might be surprised.

[runningfromhell]

Takes a lot to surprise me nowadays. Besides, you're the puppet in this little play.

[sicemboy]

We're all puppets. It's very nice and cozy.

[happytobleed]

You don't look particularly sloppy.

[ Castiel isn't exactly happy to see him, but at least they're alone. ]

[sicemboy]

Why thank you, angel. I do take some measure of pride in my good looks.

[happytobleed]

I said you were neat, not that you were attractive.

[sicemboy]

Tomato, tomahto.

What's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?

[happytobleed]

[ He squints his eyes just a little, studying Crowley. ]

Is that a trick question?

[sicemboy]

[He smirks.]

Whatever do you mean, Cas?

[happytobleed]

[ Ah, time strangeness. That or Crowley's trying to lull him into a false sense of comfort. ]

What's the last thing you remember?

[sicemboy]

The Moose being outraged, you being all scowly. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

[happytobleed]

[ Well, that's unhelpful. ]

You're going to have to be more specific. Why was Sam angry?

[sicemboy]

[A straight answer out of a demon, Cas?]

Probably something to do with his hair gel. I don't know. I'm not his mother.

Does it matter where I'm from?

[monsterbait]

"Healthy" is a pretty generous term.

[sicemboy]

Tell me, moose, do you ever get whiplash from things whizzing past you?

[monsterbait]

[ Sometimes. ]

I'm surprised you weren't your mun's first choice.

[ Except not really. ]

[sicemboy]

I'm offended I wasn't. But not everyone knows a good [he smirks] thing when they see one.

[monsterbait]

I'm pretty sure that's not the problem, here.

[sicemboy]

So what's your prescription, gigantor?

Except not really because Crowley is the best...

[monsterbait]

Hope that your complaining makes them think twice.

He really is. ;;

[sicemboy]

Looking at the rest of this sorry place, that doesn't seem to work.

[monsterbait]

Hope springs eternal?

[ He likes to think there's something left of good judgment. It's a fool's hope, but still. ]

[sicemboy]

Really? After all this time? How resilient of you.

[monsterbait]

Yeah, no thanks to you.

[sicemboy]

Oh, I like to think I gave you a bit of a work out, you know.

Not the fun kind, of course.

I suspect your mun is picking up the slack my absence gave you.

[monsterbait]

[ He was definitely worried about getting flabby, Crowley. Thanks for the concern. ]

It's not really the same. Thankfully.

[sicemboy]

Sounds like they aren't working hard enough.

[monsterbait]

You've set a hard example to follow.

[fullonswayzed]

Now? How bout you crawl back into the tar pit you slithered out of and do us all a favor.'

[sicemboy]

I don't slither without some candles and a good vintage, Dean.

Besides, I think I might like it here.

[fullonswayzed]

Wow, I'm gonna add that to my list of things I really don't need to know.

You better enjoy it while you can.