Musical Day! (open thread)
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dizzy_landCrowley first knew there was a problem when he had an erotic dream about chocolate. Not chocolate in conjunction with someone else. Just chocolate. Swimming naked in a river of the stuff. The demon liked chocolate well enough. Just not quite that much.
The second indication was when he woke up fully dressed, as he knew for certain he'd gone to bed nude. The hat was a dead giveaway.
Cautiously he stood and went to the mirror, staring in horror at the apparition that appeared. The form fitting black clothes were all right but the velvet burgundy frock coat was a nightmare, made all the worse by the purple gloves made out of what? Latex? His skin was very pale and dear Adam, was that pink eyeshadow? He was so horribly enthralled by the limp page boy haircut that it took him several moments to notice that his eyes were a deep, dark brown.
"Oh, fuck me!" he said. Or rather, he intended to say. What came out was, "No time to dilly-dally!"
Shit. Not again. He needed to find Aziraphale before he forgot himself entirely. To this end, Crowley hurried out the club and practically ran to the main square in front of the castle. Everyone would gather there, right?
"Good morning, starshine!" he called, distraught. "The earth says hello!"
((Sing away, darlings. Go crazy. Have fun.))
The second indication was when he woke up fully dressed, as he knew for certain he'd gone to bed nude. The hat was a dead giveaway.
Cautiously he stood and went to the mirror, staring in horror at the apparition that appeared. The form fitting black clothes were all right but the velvet burgundy frock coat was a nightmare, made all the worse by the purple gloves made out of what? Latex? His skin was very pale and dear Adam, was that pink eyeshadow? He was so horribly enthralled by the limp page boy haircut that it took him several moments to notice that his eyes were a deep, dark brown.
"Oh, fuck me!" he said. Or rather, he intended to say. What came out was, "No time to dilly-dally!"
Shit. Not again. He needed to find Aziraphale before he forgot himself entirely. To this end, Crowley hurried out the club and practically ran to the main square in front of the castle. Everyone would gather there, right?
"Good morning, starshine!" he called, distraught. "The earth says hello!"
((Sing away, darlings. Go crazy. Have fun.))
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