Two men are facing off.
They aren't really men, but they're both British.
"Crowley," says the taller one.
"Crowley," the shorter one greets back.
They sit.
"This is an honor," the shorter Crowley says cautiously. "What brings the serpent here?"
"Boredom," the taller Crowley says, "Curiosity. We haven't talked in such a long time, I'm sure you understand."
(*)(*)(*)
Aziraphale straightens his vest and knocks on the door of a two story house. A young boy answers it.
"Hello Jesse," Aziraphale says, "Is Adam home?"
Jesse nods, turns and bellows into the house. "ADAM!"
Adam careens down the stairs, messy haired and filled with excited youth. He stops dead when he sees Aziraphale. "Let's talk outside." Adam says.
(*)(*)(*)
"Do you know where any of the other fallen are?" Crowley asks, leaning back in his chair.
"Is that all you want?"
"Just give me a bloody list."
Crowley winced. "That's an awkward question," Crowley says to the taller Crowley, "Azazel's dead, Beelzebub's trapped somewhere, and the rest are dead."
Crowley grinned. He vanished when Crowley turned away to shuffle paperwork around.
(*)(*)(*)
"No," Adam said, "I'm not interested in the is Jesse"
"That's all I needed to know."
Aziraphale vanishes when Adam turns to go back into the house.
(i don't trust you.)
(i don't trust you either)
(let's be friends, crowley.)
(the best of friends, crowley.)
