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yellow_snakeyes wrote in stop_panicking
Who: Crowley and Chihaya
What: Lunch at Crowley's!
When: Sometime in January...during the whole Black Hole fiasco.
Where: 8-1
Warnings: Chihaya.

[He's gone soft. There's no denying it now, not with the End of Times looming nigh in the form of a black hole in clear view right out his flat's fancy dome window, and Chihaya on his way over to partake in a shared afternoon meal. He hesitates to call it 'lunch' because it's really just take-out, but he's sure Chihaya will be falling over himself to be grateful and happy for it all the same.

The food's arrived already, actually, and he's set it out on the dining room table. Now all that remains is for the plucky little angel to show up.

Which is actually something he's weirdly looking forward to.

Which is really just another sign of the End of Times.

And that's actually rather comforting, honestly.]


[Making his way to Crowley's room isn't nearly as much of a chore as it used to be, thanks to rooming with Polly]

[So when he reaches the door, he doesn't know why he's so antsy. Or rather, he can't tell if he's excited or nervous.]

[Black hole aside, of course]

[He doesn't bother knocking-- he knows the door doesn't like that, and he doesn't want to be rude! So instead he calls out just loud enough for the demon inside to hear]


Crowley! It's me!

[Even though the door opens on its own when told to, Crowley goes over to it to open it and let Chihaya inside.]

Hey. Come in.

Hello, Crowley!

[Oh, he knows that. But there's something special about Crowley answering the door for him!]

[And speaking of special, Chihaya's going to give Crowley a nice, big, but quick! hug before stepping inside]

[Naturally, he takes his shoes off at the door. Manners!]


Something smells really good! Did you cook?

[He endures Chihaya's hug with an eyeroll but no real displeasure. The times, how they have changed.]

I don't cook. It's take-out.

Take-out is still good! Is it Chinese? Italian? Alien?

[His grin stretches from ear to ear. And, more importantly, it's actually genuine!]

Edited at 2012-01-10 06:32 am (UTC)

[Good. Chihaya'd better be happy. B|]

English, I guess. It's fish and chips. There's beer if you want it or something else if you don't.

[Like a good host (hey, he can be! Sometimes!) he starts to usher Chihaya in the direction of the table, where the food is still piping hot and fresh even though it's been sitting for about 10 minutes.]

[Chihaya allows himself to be ushered along into the living room. When he sees the plates, he suddenly starts giggling!]

Did you do that on purpose?

[Oh, no, he's already giggling. That can't be good.]

...Did I do what on purpose?

Don't you remember?

[Chihaya turns to face Crowley. Thankfully, he's not distraught, but his face is just the slightest hint of red]

After I met you for the first time in Aziraphale's book shop. Where you showed me your wings, I got lost for a few days, and then we met again in a bar.

You got me fish and chips then, too!

Oh, yeah. I did, huh?

[And he's definitely not ashamed of getting Chihaya lost for a few days! Nope! Not ashamed at all!]

Nah, I didn't do it on purpose. It's just what I was hungry for, is all.

Ah well. Either way, it's bound to taste delicious, right?

[Without any further pushing, he makes his way to the table and sits, patiently waiting for Crowley to do the same!]

[And by patient I mean kicking his feet back and forth]

[Yup. Definitely almost back to old!Chihaya]

[He observes the kicking without comment, but it does make him feel better. Not that he was feeling bad! But still. It's good to see.]

It had better.

[Is Crowley threatening the food? Maybe, maybe not. Food usually knows its place.]

What do you want to drink?

Edited at 2012-01-10 07:13 am (UTC)

[Chihaya gives it careful consideration, even going as far as to steeple his fingers in thought!]

I'll take one of those beers you mentioned earlier, if that's okay.

I wouldn't've offered if it weren't.

[Should he be worried? Oh, well. The best place for a kid to get pissed is with a loving concerned family member.]

[So Crowley saunters into the kitchen and retrieves two beers from the refrigerator, pours them into two glasses retrieved from the freezer, and returns to the table to place one in front of Chihaya before seating himself.]


Help yourself, kiddo.

Thank you very much, Crowley!

[Chihaya begins scarfing down his food (as politely as one can, anyway). Also, the kicking stops!]

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