Crowley had been sitting on his bed, idly leafing through "Let There Be Lust" and thinking over what he was going to do tomorrow, when he heard the quiet knock on the door.
"Come in," he called, hoping that it wasn't Michael. They had come to some sort of understanding, as evidenced by the book he held, but he thought it would last longer if they didn't actually interact.
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Date: 2005-12-27 07:56 am (UTC)"Come in," he called, hoping that it wasn't Michael. They had come to some sort of understanding, as evidenced by the book he held, but he thought it would last longer if they didn't actually interact.