sirenspull | 27 [Video] Forward dated to tomorrow morning.

[Crowley is outside, casually flicking chunks of bread at a blue chicken. Said chicken is usually the bane of his existence, as he loathes the little bastard and how it does nothing but shed and ruin his yard, but he seems to behaving himself in regards to the bird today. No insults or attempted slaughtering -- at least, not yet.]

I'm bored. And seeing as people tend to dislike when I'm bored, as it tends to lead to opening lost dimensions or starting revolutions, I thought I would offer a slight puzzle for the public -- and whoever answers first gets a cash prize.

[He tosses a casual grin toward the always hovering NV before he flicks his fingers -- and with a gentle roll of telekinesis, the chicken is sent squarely on her ass with a squawk.]

Riddle one: What is the next number in this series of numbers, starting with -- 6, 14, 36, 98, and 276? And riddle two -- and this one is the real treasure --

[And he rights the chicken with another flick of his fingers.]

Whoever is responsible for the attack that's caused such a fuss is going to get his or her liver removed by my hellhound without anesthetic, for both attacking my pet parakeet and for ruining a good suit. To those who wish to see the spectacle, give me the name and address of whoever is responsible -- and I'll hand over ten thousand dollars, cash.

[Sounds fair, right?]

Cheers.

[And the feed is shut off.]

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Therefore I find the attention you are paying to it odd. You know this.

Maybe I felt like being nice.

I do have feelings, you know.

[Somewhere.]

So I'm aware.

[Pause.]

But not for the chicken.

[He wonders if Crowley is lonely but, probably wisely, doesn't ask.]

Maybe I'm developing feelings for the chicken.

[Crowley tosses it another piece of bread, amused.]

There's a ring of Hell for that, you know.

Of course there is.

[And another brief moment of silence.]

I am not a parakeet.

You puff up like when when upset. My apologies for the mix-up, kitten, it won't happen again.

Almost all beings 'puff up' in the manner you described.

None like you.

[And suddenly Crowley is at his side, tucking his fingers into Castiel's coat pocket as he looks around.]

Do you have to stay here doing whatever it is you do?

[He's a little surprised by the sudden arrival and glances toward Crowley's hand in his pocket, but then continues like nothing had happened.]

I am awaiting victims of a car crash.

I don't care.

[It's said a little briskly, leaning against his arm slightly before looking around the emergency room, curious.]

-- this is an excellent place for business, actually.

Crowley.

[Not. Impressed. But...]

Go make deals in the SERO hospital, if you must.

I'm not in the SERO hospital. I'm in this hospital.

[He looks up at the angel, lips curving into a smirk.]

I think I'll go visit that girl with the bloody nose, if you don't mind.

You will find yourself in the SERO hospital if you do not think better of your actions.

[In other words, yes. He does mind.]

Oh, please, what are you going to do, put me there?

[He grins, turning to the side, glancing at his newfound clientele.]

[At that, Castiel just reaches out a hand and gently brushes his fingers against Crowley's temple, and the demon will find himself in the waiting room at the SERO hospital. Full of whiny sick people. Being low-class.]

[Crowley eyes his hand, but doesn't move -- and in the next breath, Crowley blinks and he is in SERO territory.

The amount of cursing causes several employees to ask him to leave -- and Castiel gets a text message about an hour ago.]

I hate you.

[Serves you right, jerk.]

I gave you warning.

And you do not.

I do. Pure and unadulterated loathing.

Doubtful.

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