Author's Note:
WoW: Snack and Pet
It's been a very, very long time since I've done one of these. Each week I read the word and tell myself I'm going to write something, and each week Real Life interferes and sends my Muse running. She's been making an appearance lately, so I've been taking advantage and managed a double drabble. It's a bit of a writing challenge for myself as it's the first time I've written Crowley, and this is entirely dialogue.
Thanks to Riathe Mai and LoveThemWinchester's for all their help.
~~SPN~~
"Really, Moose? I would have thought that you of all people would know the value of proper etiquette. I mean, really? You invite me into your home, and then ignore me? The least you could do is offer me a snack."
"I didn't invite you, Crowley. I summoned you."
"Potato. Potahto. Let's just call this whole thing off, shall we?"
"Shut. Up."
"That seems a bit counter-productive, don't you think, Moose? As exciting as this has been watching your pensive, broody gigantor-self lurch back and forth, and back and forth—"
"I swear to you, Crowley…if you don't shut your damn mouth, I will—"
"You'll what? Kill me? Drive that little pig-sticker right into my heart? Then where will you be, hmm?"
"One check mark closer to completing my bucket list."
"Oh, that's good, Moose. Very good. And here everybody thinks Squirrel is the snarky, caustic one. Guess it's true what they say about the quiet ones, hmm?"
"Enough of the games, Crowley! Answer my questions! Speak!"
"Speak. Shut up. Make up your DAMN MIND! And I am the BLOODY KING OF HELL, not your friggan pet!"
"No, you're my Bitch. Now… let's try this again. Where's. My. Brother."