"This is incredibly stupid." Crowley hisses. His eyes are trained on the bar. "I can't believe I'm doing this." Famine sips at something vaguely alcoholic and watches as two people eyes glaze briefly and clear up just as rapidly. He scowls and settles against the roof. "Come on, you know I'm here."
The horseman scowls, slamming his drink down. Crowley scowls as the man storms out of the bar and into the building Crowley's on the roof.
"Are you fucking serious?" The horseman demands, slamming open the door and slamming it closed.
"Come off it." Crowley shouts back, remaining where he was. "You bloody know well I'm serious."
Famine snarls and tugs off the ring. Crowley catches and pockets it when Famine throws it over. "I hate you so bloody much." Famine snaps.
"Go away." Crowley snaps backs. Famine vanishes with a displeased scowl. Crowley takes out the ring and examines it, holding it to the light. "Sssstupid." He hisses and vanishes with a flap of wings.
(there's war and famine and pestilence and death)
(but there's also riot, starvation, plague and the reapers)
(there's too many people for only one entity to do its job)
