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neutral_omensDate: December 26, 1999
Setting: Crowley's room
Status: Private - John and Crowley
Summary: John stops by to thank Crowley for his gift.
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John glanced at his watch for the third time in ten minutes; not because he couldn't remember what time it was (he knew) or even to admire the stunningly-crafted timepiece (though he did) but simply to make sure it was still there. He'd never owned anything so classy in his life, and wearing it on his person made him a little nervous. Though the second hand was acting a little funny, swinging erratically from time to time for no apparent reason. He had decided not to say anything, though; it functioned perfectly otherwise.
The tag hadn't indicated the name of the giver. He'd given it a thorough inspection for any signs of hexes, poison or other deadly payloads, and finding nothing of the sort, assumed it had come from Crowley--simply because there was nobody else at the Manor who would have the slightest reason to give him anything, other than possibly a punch in the nose, and because it was very like Crowley not to want anyone to know he was doing something that could be perceived as in any way decent, generous or not bastardly in general.
He wasn't quite sure how to say thank you for a gift to someone who might not acknowledge having given it, but it seemed incumbent on him to try. Besides, he wanted to see whether Crowley and Aziraphale had enjoyed the wine. Which his name hadn't been on. Er.
Shaking his head bemusedly, he knocked softly at Crowley's door. It wouldn't do to interrupt anything.
Setting: Crowley's room
Status: Private - John and Crowley
Summary: John stops by to thank Crowley for his gift.
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John glanced at his watch for the third time in ten minutes; not because he couldn't remember what time it was (he knew) or even to admire the stunningly-crafted timepiece (though he did) but simply to make sure it was still there. He'd never owned anything so classy in his life, and wearing it on his person made him a little nervous. Though the second hand was acting a little funny, swinging erratically from time to time for no apparent reason. He had decided not to say anything, though; it functioned perfectly otherwise.
The tag hadn't indicated the name of the giver. He'd given it a thorough inspection for any signs of hexes, poison or other deadly payloads, and finding nothing of the sort, assumed it had come from Crowley--simply because there was nobody else at the Manor who would have the slightest reason to give him anything, other than possibly a punch in the nose, and because it was very like Crowley not to want anyone to know he was doing something that could be perceived as in any way decent, generous or not bastardly in general.
He wasn't quite sure how to say thank you for a gift to someone who might not acknowledge having given it, but it seemed incumbent on him to try. Besides, he wanted to see whether Crowley and Aziraphale had enjoyed the wine. Which his name hadn't been on. Er.
Shaking his head bemusedly, he knocked softly at Crowley's door. It wouldn't do to interrupt anything.
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Date: 2005-12-30 07:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-30 08:02 am (UTC)"Oh, by the way," he added as he opened the door, glancing around quickly outside the room first, "if Michael should come around asking about a sprinkler malfunction and his laptop? I had nothing to do with it." He winked and stepped out, shutting the door behind him.