17 [Text]

[integrity]

Someone within this city is going to buy me a drink. Immediately. I prefer scotch, but really, anything will do. I also require a sledgehammer. Crowbars are also acceptable.

Your generosity will be repaid tenfold in both money, good will, and the feathers that I will be tearing out of my favorite down pillow. If you so choose to remain so, anonymous donations can be dropped off at my mailbox at the post office.

Remember: generosity is a virtue, not a sin.

x Crowley.

Comments

[Text]

[southernreaper]

[Eat his baking?]

No. But I might still have a bottle of brnady still around here from the previous Tony Stark.

[Text]

[integrity]

Brandy. Wonderful.

[Text]

[southernreaper]

Would you like me to just drop it off at the post office, or bring it to you?

[Because, going out after sirens doesn't bother him in the least.]

[Text]

[integrity]

Whichever you are most comfortable with. I can meet you somewhere within the hour.

[Text]

[southernreaper]

If you don't mind SERO housing, my apartment's open.

[Text]

[integrity]

I have no such affiliation, so it matters little to me.

[Text]

[southernreaper]

[Insert address of Kevin's apartment here.]

I'm attempting blackberry tarts, if you'd like to try one of them.

[Text]

[integrity]

Sounds delicious.

I'll be there shortly.

[Text]

[southernreaper]

I will make sure one's still warm for you.

[Text]

[integrity]

Wonderful.

[Text]

[southernreaper]

[OOC: Action it? Or handwave, because Kevin DOES have that bottle of brandy waiting for you, Crowley.]

[Text]

[integrity]

ooc; Whichever is fine with me!

[Action!]

[southernreaper]

[Mimsy didn't even bark when the person came to the door. Instead, she ran and hid under the couch. Because she is a FIERCE watchdog.

Kevin pulled open the door.]

C'mon in. I found that bottle o' brandy.

[Kevin has a very neat, if generic, apartment. There's a couple of dog toys scattered about, but the best part of the apartment? Is the kitchen. Which is open, airy, and covered in baked goods. There's also a bottle of brandy on the table.]

[Action!]

[integrity]

[Crowley enters calmly, hands in his pockets, giving the apartment a cursory look. He's feeling things out -- eyes flickering to the ceiling and to the floors, to ensure safety, to look for rugs underneath which Devil's Traps could lie. But when he feels or sees nothing, he relaxes a hair.]

Excellent.

[Action!]

[southernreaper]

[Luckily for Crowley, Kevin has absolutely no idea how to do those things. He's just a genuine kid.]

Please, make yaself at home. Ain't often folks come here.

[Action!]

[integrity]

You don't often get company?

[Action!]

[southernreaper]

[Kevin glances up from pulling muffins from the oven, a bit surprised.]

No, sir. Most folks don't like comin' here, 'cause the Voids are often around. Meanin' it cuts off their powers.

[A shrug.]

I don't mind so much.

[Action!]

[integrity]

[Crowley is silent for a moment before he glances toward a chair. It scoots forward, abruptly, by a foot.]

-- well. It seems they aren't around now.

[Action!]

[southernreaper]

No sir. Probably in the main labs 'r somethin'. I don't ask, means a lot less trouble fer me.

[Puts the muffins on the counter. And then, fetches a glass.]

Please, come have a seat. Feel free t'help yaself t'anythin'.

[He waves at all the baking.]