So, get a dog. Or a hellhound, I guess. Although, here's hopin' I stay on your good side, 'cause- [ He whistles appreciatively and then takes another bite of food before going on. He remembers the last event with those demon dogs and it wasn't pleasant. ]
Do they shed? Or drool? If they shed, you gotta leave 'em in your room. Not gonna get hair on my clothes.
They like me when they're not coming out of someone else's wretched memories. Even most of those liked me.
And they don't shed, but I can't promise they won't drool.
[ Leave them in your room, he says, as if the hound would be the both of theirs and suddenly Crowley can't tell if he's warm and content or overheated and claustrophobic with the idea of that. Shared pets is moving a bit fast, isn't it? Maybe they should start with a houseplant or a kingdom.
Quickly, he picks up his fork and shoves move cheesecake into his mouth. ]
[ Well, it's more about where they find themselves and each other all the time, and less about sharing anything, but Blake doesn't need to say as much. Instead, he just smirks right around the very last bite of his piece of cheesecake. ]
Woulda thought a cat for you. Isn't that more your style? For me, I'd take a hellhound over what I got. And prob'ly over a cat, too.
Mm. Dunno. Guess that would work well enough. Seems to be how everyone else gets their pets, at least. Not exactly an expert in the whole life creation gig, though.
[ Collecting up Crowley's plate along with his own, he sets them by the door and then brushes his hands off. ]
Ahhh. [ Okay, so that's somewhat unexpected. Blake stiffens a little, eyeing Crowley and then the door to the closet. ] Yeah, okay... long as you're sure.
[ But watch as he maneuvers himself a little closer to the demon. ]
Don't s'pose there's some trick to this if things don't work out, is there?
The trick is that I'm a demon and I'm great with dogs. She'll be fine.
[ He pulls the closet door open and the invisible dog comes trotting out and moves straight for Blake, stiffing heavily at the air around him and snuffling in his general direction. ]
[ Right, he's a demon. Except, he seems more human every day, and who's to say what that's going to mean as Crowley changes more and more.
Despite his trust for Crowley, though, Blake still holds himself stiff against the unseen investigator. He even closes his eyes as the breath skirts across the skin of his hand. ]
Not movin', don't worry... but I am trustin' you not to hold me to that if this thing gets much friendlier.
[ The crocodile is one thing, but a beast from Hell is an entirely different story. Hellhounds seem like they're better at holding grudges. ]
[ And there's the drool. But Blake relaxes considerably once Crowley is wrapped around him. He let's out a breath and reaches a hand out to pat gently at the snout of the hound. ]
Not sure how I'd ever get used to somethin' like this. What's keepin' me from steppin' on her in the middle of the night 'cause I gotta go to the bathroom or somethin'?
Do I gotta feed her when you're out? Does she sleep in the bed with you? With us?
Yeah, okay... [ Blake's not sure how this is going to pan out, but with time, he doubts there's much of anything he can't get used to, especially where Crowley's involved.
Stifling another yawn, he suppresses the urge to just suggest bed, and squirms a little too turn to face Crowley. Arms snaking around the demon, he leans in for a kiss. ]
Is Perdita gonna be okay here alone, or do we gotta bring her along now?
Yeah, think I'll take some. 'Specially for this job...
[ Feeding a sixteen foot crocodile takes a lot of steam. It's never pleasant, never pretty, but Blake doesn't feel right about ending the life of the creature just for the sake of convenience.
By the time they finish and head back into the mansion, it's well into the morning, late enough that Blake feels a bit drunk with exhaustion. At the stairwell between their floors, he stops. ]
Thanks for comin'. You'll pet Perdita goodnight for me?
Mm, well, I wouldn't be opposed to sharin' a bed with you, but you're gonna complain 'cause I don't go straight to sleep. Then I gotta worry the rest of the night that your invisible beast of a hellhound's starin' at me, plottin' how to get closer to you by removin' me...
[ He leans into the demon, tiredly placing his weight right on Crowley. ]
[ Blake's weight is easy enough to take and Crowley presses his nose into Blake's hair. ]
I don't mind any of that. Come to bed.
[ His voice is gentle and warm in a way he rarely is, even with Blake, but he very much likes sleeping next to him. He feels safe and, more to the point, he feels as if Blake is safe. He doesn't trust anyone with Blake the way he trusts himself. ]
[ It's odd how enticing Crowley can be, just with a few simple words. For Blake, it feels comfortable and homey, like how he thinks it should be when you're in a relationship with a person. In this moment, it's not the demon's agenda to get him in the sack, but instead his agenda to get Blake to sack out.
Honestly, it's almost sickeningly endearing, but who's complaining? If this is what they need to make it in Wonderland, then this is what they'll have.
Blake urges them both forward, up to the familiar fifth floor. ]
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And then bed. Prob'ly. Or, my notes and then bed. Sound good? 'Cause I've got class in the mornin'...
[ Some company and accountability will do him so good for some part of that. ]
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[ He pauses and puts his fork down. ]
Funny, when you mentioned beasts, I was hoping you meant something more canine.
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[ A young man and a crocodile are adequate analogs. ]
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[ And the last dog he was around ripped his throat out, but he's trying not to think about that right now. ]
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Do they shed? Or drool? If they shed, you gotta leave 'em in your room. Not gonna get hair on my clothes.
[ Nag nag nag. ]
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And they don't shed, but I can't promise they won't drool.
[ Leave them in your room, he says, as if the hound would be the both of theirs and suddenly Crowley can't tell if he's warm and content or overheated and claustrophobic with the idea of that. Shared pets is moving a bit fast, isn't it? Maybe they should start with a houseplant or a kingdom.
Quickly, he picks up his fork and shoves move cheesecake into his mouth. ]
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Woulda thought a cat for you. Isn't that more your style? For me, I'd take a hellhound over what I got. And prob'ly over a cat, too.
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Cats are vile. I'm a dog person. You'd like my dogs. They're all very obedient.
[ Finally, he finishes his own cake. ]
You think I should just get one from the closet like I would get a snack?
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[ Collecting up Crowley's plate along with his own, he sets them by the door and then brushes his hands off. ]
When're you thinkin' of doin' that?
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[ He's cut off by a growling closet. ]
Right now sounds good, don't you think?
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[ But watch as he maneuvers himself a little closer to the demon. ]
Don't s'pose there's some trick to this if things don't work out, is there?
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The trick is that I'm a demon and I'm great with dogs. She'll be fine.
[ He pulls the closet door open and the invisible dog comes trotting out and moves straight for Blake, stiffing heavily at the air around him and snuffling in his general direction. ]
Don't make any sudden moves.
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Despite his trust for Crowley, though, Blake still holds himself stiff against the unseen investigator. He even closes his eyes as the breath skirts across the skin of his hand. ]
Not movin', don't worry... but I am trustin' you not to hold me to that if this thing gets much friendlier.
[ The crocodile is one thing, but a beast from Hell is an entirely different story. Hellhounds seem like they're better at holding grudges. ]
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[ Crowley moves closer, slipping an arm around Blake and resting his chin on Blake's shoulder.
Finally, the hound yips quietly and goes to lick Blake's hand, cold nose pressing against his skin. ]
See? She likes you.
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Not sure how I'd ever get used to somethin' like this. What's keepin' me from steppin' on her in the middle of the night 'cause I gotta go to the bathroom or somethin'?
Do I gotta feed her when you're out? Does she sleep in the bed with you? With us?
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She'll learn to stay out of walking paths if she doesn't like getting stepped on. They're smart creatures.
[ He kisses Blake's cheek. ]
She doesn't need food and if you don't want her in the bed, she won't be there. Isn't that right, Perdita?
[ Looking expectantly at the dog, he's pleasantly surprised when it yelps in response. Really, they're such clever things. ]
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Stifling another yawn, he suppresses the urge to just suggest bed, and squirms a little too turn to face Crowley. Arms snaking around the demon, he leans in for a kiss. ]
Is Perdita gonna be okay here alone, or do we gotta bring her along now?
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At Blake's question, he glances at the hound over Blake's shoulder. ]
I think she'll be okay. She won't mess with any of my things if she knows what's good for her.
[ He tries to sound menacing and lands more on affectionate. It's not as if everything in the room isn't replaceable through the closets, anyway. ]
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You're a sap. [ And then he squirms out of Crowley's grip and heads for the door. ] Now let's go before I run outta steam.
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[ He pets her head on the way out. ]
You stay.
[ Catching Blake at the door, he touches his hip lightly before they leave. ]
And you are welcome to some of my steam if you need it.
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[ Feeding a sixteen foot crocodile takes a lot of steam. It's never pleasant, never pretty, but Blake doesn't feel right about ending the life of the creature just for the sake of convenience.
By the time they finish and head back into the mansion, it's well into the morning, late enough that Blake feels a bit drunk with exhaustion. At the stairwell between their floors, he stops. ]
Thanks for comin'. You'll pet Perdita goodnight for me?
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Still, if it means so much to Blake, he'll leave it alone for now.
In the stairwell, he leans into Blake when they stop. ]
I will. Are you sure you want to sleep alone?
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[ He leans into the demon, tiredly placing his weight right on Crowley. ]
You really want all that hangin' over your head?
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I don't mind any of that. Come to bed.
[ His voice is gentle and warm in a way he rarely is, even with Blake, but he very much likes sleeping next to him. He feels safe and, more to the point, he feels as if Blake is safe. He doesn't trust anyone with Blake the way he trusts himself. ]
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[ It's odd how enticing Crowley can be, just with a few simple words. For Blake, it feels comfortable and homey, like how he thinks it should be when you're in a relationship with a person. In this moment, it's not the demon's agenda to get him in the sack, but instead his agenda to get Blake to sack out.
Honestly, it's almost sickeningly endearing, but who's complaining? If this is what they need to make it in Wonderland, then this is what they'll have.
Blake urges them both forward, up to the familiar fifth floor. ]
If I sleep through class, I'm blamin' you.
[ Just sayin'. ]
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