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[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.

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[scarlet_kitsch]

I'll buy you a drink the next time we meet. Payback for the coffee and muffin. You can keep the feathers. I'm allergic. [She's not entirely sure about what's going on, but there has got to be an interesting story behind it all.]

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[integrity]

[Aaah, the girl.]

These feathers are magical, my dear.

Trust me, they're one in a million.

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[scarlet_kitsch]

Magic feathers? Now I'm intrigued. [And pretty sure she's missing the big picture. But the mental image of him ripping up a pillow, feathers flying everywhere, is worth the price of her ignorance.]

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[integrity]

Angel feathers.

Are you interested?

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[scarlet_kitsch]

Yes.

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[scarlet_kitsch]

NO! I meant to write no.

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[scarlet_kitsch]

Are we really talking about a pillow filled with angel feathers? [How would he get his hands on angel feathers? And is it bad that she'd really, really like to have one--for SCIENCE!--even not knowing where it came from?]

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[integrity]

The pillow is the angel.

I sleep with one.

[ ... he's not serious, but you know what, Castiel pissed him off today, so fuck him. >:(]

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[scarlet_kitsch]

Fallen angel? [She's trying to keep an open mind. Not gone hate on your...love?]

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[integrity]

He hit every tree on the way down.

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[scarlet_kitsch]

[He got her. She's laughing. Heaven help her.]

Ouch. At least the fall was into your arms.

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[integrity]

You have absolutely no idea.

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[scarlet_kitsch]

[She doesn't. She really doesn't. If old network convos were easier to navigate on the Tallus, maybe she would. But they're not. So, she's kinda given up for now. Too many other things to do.]

If I ever get to buy you a drink, perhaps you'll graciously explain this to me too.

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[scarlet_kitsch]

And then you could bring me the feather of a fallen angel. I'd like that. Assuming it can be done.

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[integrity]

If I'm bored, certainly.

I've never actually tried to tear out his feathers, so consider this a discovery for us both.

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[scarlet_kitsch]

"Idle hands are the Devil's tools."

Curious to see if you can.

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[integrity]

Lucky for me that I shrugged off his influence a long time ago, hm?

I'll update you immediately once I find out.