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Who: Crowley & YOU
Where: Everywhere
When: Mid-October, whenever~
Rating: PG-13ish
Summary: Crowley is just minding his own business and being a snake
The Story:

There's a snake in Wonderland.

It's a very large, black snake with yellow eyes and glossy scales marked with a faint diamond pattern in the right light, and it appears to be quite at home in the various rooms and locations that people encounter it in. From the wide sun spots in the music room, to the mansion steps when they still hold a little warmth from the noon sun, to pretty much any spot where some lingering heat might be found.

A snake that large is no doubt going to draw some stares, and perhaps more than stares. They are tolerated, at first, before the reptile lifts its head and fixes whoever is looking its way with an unblinking, unimpressed expression. The voice, though hissing on the sibilants and vowels, is entirely and unmistakably Crowley.

"Did you want ssssomething? Anyone would think you've never sssseen a ssssnake before."

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And with that laugh, things really do get so much worse. The sound grates, and it leaves him shifting, almost nervous as he shoves his hands in his pockets. Head cocking, staring at the snake for the longest time, trying not to let it show how much that got to him. And yet knowing that Crowley probably can tell anyway.

"Well, not helping," he says, rolling his eyes. "Now I'm really wondering about the Seven Lords and just where and how they came to be." He knew demon but he's never put them on the same level as Crowley. Not that he does now. Crowley is someone he trusts, and he never would have trusted the Lords.

"I don't know if bother... Okay, kind of? Who expects a talking snake? This is not... Well, fuck. Were you that snake? In Eden?"

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It could be argued that he did it on purpose. It could definitely be argued, but not definitively proven. Crowley has, of course, shown time and again that his preference is for Seth's welfare, not his fear.

"Hey, your vampires hothing to do with me," replies the snake, uncurling slightly from his spot on the steps.

But then, he stills in place and stares unblinkingly at Seth when he asks that question. Then, unfortunately, there's that laugh again.

"You're quick, aren't you."

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"If you don't want me thinking that, you shouldn't go around looking like... That," he says, gesturing with one hand before shoving it in his pocket. God, he wants to go for his gun but he's stopping himself. It's hard but he is.

"Yeah well... You spend a lot of time in Mexico and you pick up a few things from the Catholic Church. Gotta say? There's not much you could tell me like this I'd be likely to believe." Not unless he already knew him, as Crowley, though damn he'd have to think about that long and hard still.

"So... uhmm.... Is this your natural form, or just in the mood to be terror in the top of five of terrors for Halloween?"