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Date: January 23, 2000
Setting: The manor's greenhouse
Status: Semi-Private: Crowley, Mike and Raph
Summary: Crowley runs into the couple



After their usual shower, Raphael wanted a change of scenery - they both spent quite a bit of time in one room or another. It would be cold outside though.

"Let's go to the greenhouse," Raph said with a smile, not even bothering to ask Michael if he wanted to. If he was there, then Michael wanted to be there as well.

Leading him by the hand Raphael walked to the greenhouse with the larger angel in his wake.

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Crowley rolled his eyes behind his glasses. "I've had worse than a punch in the jaw. And to attack me just because I happen to be in the same room with you is hardly angelic. What is your problem anyway? You know I'm no threat to you and yet you keep menacing me with your little Freudian symbol there."

He swiveled to Raphael. "As for you, don't think that hiding behind your muscley friend is going to help. It's pathetic. You're supposedly a fucking archangel, not a kitten. How could someone as weak as you help anyone? And if you're not, why should He keep you around? You're useless."

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In one swift moment, Crowley managed to simultaneously press every button Raphael had.

Raphael knew he couldn't fight; he didn't even like to, especially when humans were involved. But the fact that he couldn't help out or defend when every other angel seemed able to wield a sword with ease was a sore spot for him. He was already frustrated about being kept from helping in the manor when there was a problem and he felt like a failure to the humans. It was as if the demon knew each and every insecurity he had and mocked him for them.

He was livid.

"I AM NOT USELESS!" He screamed, as his rage released a flood of angelic aura throughout the room. "STOP SAYING THAT!"