un_fallen | (no subject)

Crowley has been surprisingly charitable for most of the time spent in Raguel's new apartment - criticizing everything, of course, but only in the most general way. He pronounces it barely habitable, which Raguel takes to mean that he's done a decent job. And if the shower (and by necessity, the bathroom) has slightly larger dimensions when Crowley walks out of it than when he walked in, Raguel doesn't mention it.

It's late afternoon when they step out into the hallway and furtively climb the ladder to the roof. It's not much of a view, but the sunlight through dry air casts sharp shadows that make the grunge a little harder to see.

"You don't think anyone will notice us, with the sun still up?" Raguel asks, a little nervously.

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From:

aj_crawley

"Something like that."

Crowley seems deeply entertained by some mental image, though what it is, he doesn't choose to explain.

The gist of it is probably not hard to guess, though.

From:

un_fallen

Raguel eyes him.

"Something funny?" he asks, but the small smile doesn't fade. Concerned as he was about Crowley laughing earlier, it doesn't seem to be an issue now that the hardest part is behind them.

From:

aj_crawley

"Just thinking about how you live now," says Crowley with a smirk. "Plus ça change, and that. Poor woman."

From:

un_fallen

"Hey, we were all living pretty rough at the time," he says defensively. "You were probably still snake-shaped, fighting with that... wombat, or whatever it was."

From:

aj_crawley

"You know, if that's going to be something you keep bringing up, maybe you should reconsider the part where you tell me details of your sordid past."

From:

un_fallen

"It was not sordid," he says, laughing. "Stupid, maybe. But overall it was... very nice."

From:

aj_crawley

"Well, bravo," Crowley replies. "I didn't know you had it in you. Well, not the stupidity bit, I knew about that."

From:

un_fallen

"Shut up," Raguel says. "I've got half a mind to just leave you in the middle of the desert."

From:

aj_crawley

"Oh? And what'll you tell Aziraphael when it's your turn to make up a story? I have a feeling he's gotten sort of attached to me. 'Course, you know how it is."

From:

un_fallen

"You were attacked by bats," he says loftily. "You were recovering at my place with all the curtains closed because you couldn't stand daylight. And when you come in after either finding a door or taking a ride in first-class, I'll say that it was so traumatic that you blocked out the whole thing." He looks briefly very proud of this little tale.

"But, er. As to that, I don't think I do."

From:

aj_crawley

"No?"

No. Raguel isn't that stupid. Not with a human, not like -

Not like himself and Aziraphael.

The thought of it is nearly enough to make Crowley cringe in horror (instinctive, and particularly undemonic).

Instead:

"Let me guess - you got lost in the desert once, except someone propped a cactus in your chair and drew a frowny face with dirt, and she didn't notice the difference."

From:

un_fallen

"No," he says with finality. And he doesn't intend to, either.

"All right," he admits, with a passable attempt at a stormy expression. "I wasn't there a lot of the time, but it wasn't that bad. Anyway, I wouldn't get lost in the desert."

As defenses go, this one is... not very good. And Raguel knows it.

From:

aj_crawley

"You're only encouraging me to test your desert survival skills."

(Of all the things - in this context, anyhow - that Crowley's qualified to talk about, human entanglements and not being there are probably amongst the top few.

But 'qualified to talk about' isn't quite the same as 'can talk about'.

Crack-crack, again, go Crowley's knuckles.)

"Probably not, though," he agrees. "Not that bad, I mean. You're at least reasonably distinguishable from a cactus. And I wouldn't necessarily take that as a compliment," he adds, for form's sake.

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un_fallen

"I'd be more worried if I wasn't distinguishable, because I could be in pieces scattered across the desert right now like that thing." He gestures to the trail of destruction leading away from them toward the mountains.

"Desert survival skills," he repeats in a mutter.

From:

aj_crawley

Pointedly ignoring Raguel's last comment:

"True, but at least I wouldn't have some unknown amount of needles stuck under my feathers. Probably."

From:

un_fallen

"Yeah, there is that. Probably. Which would be great except for the part where I'm in pieces."

From:

aj_crawley

"I survived the collision, and I'm not in pieces. I mean, unless you really think you're that much more fragile than I am, which, let's be honest, you could be forgiven for supposing..."

From:

un_fallen

"It seems that we've both survived, in fact," Raguel points out. "You, maybe, because of your thick skin. Me because I wasn't stupid enough to do it."