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. ]
[ He wraps an arm around Blake and guides him up the stairs.
Crowley's still trying to cling to the notion that this isn't a relationship. They're just friends who care about each other and sleep together and encourage each other to get dogs. No big deal.
He does need this, though. He feels more at home with Blake than anywhere else these days. ]
I'll entice you with oral sex that you don't have to reciprocate.
[ No sane man could turn that down, right?
He holds the door open for Blake, peering in to get an idea of what Perdita's gotten up to in their absence. A few thinks are askew, but nothing is particularly ravaged. ]
[ Blake would make comment on the first part, but he's too busy thinking about the second part, eyeing the chair (without trying to eye the chair). ]
Isn't there somethin' we can do 'bout this whole sight unseen portion of things? A collar or... a sweater? I dunno.
[ On second thought, maybe he doesn't want to know where Perdita is, especially when oral sex is involved. Nothing kills the mood like being pointedly stared at while you're trying to get off. ]
[ Cue Hard to Get™. Because he already made it clear he wasn't going straight to bed. Blake wriggles right out of Crowley's grip, backing toward the box he'd brought by earlier. ]
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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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[ He wraps an arm around Blake and guides him up the stairs.
Crowley's still trying to cling to the notion that this isn't a relationship. They're just friends who care about each other and sleep together and encourage each other to get dogs. No big deal.
He does need this, though. He feels more at home with Blake than anywhere else these days. ]
Trust me and my ability to be punctual.
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[ Definitely not a relationship, nope. They're just friends who share meals and responsibilities and bodily fluids. No big deal. ]
One of these days, I'm gonna take a day off. And you gotta hold me to it, right?
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[ No sane man could turn that down, right?
He holds the door open for Blake, peering in to get an idea of what Perdita's gotten up to in their absence. A few thinks are askew, but nothing is particularly ravaged. ]
The dog is on my chair, by the way.
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Isn't there somethin' we can do 'bout this whole sight unseen portion of things? A collar or... a sweater? I dunno.
[ On second thought, maybe he doesn't want to know where Perdita is, especially when oral sex is involved. Nothing kills the mood like being pointedly stared at while you're trying to get off. ]
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[ He sounds like he's reacting to Blake trying to put him in a tiny sweater, but, really, the collar could work. ]
Now let's get some rest.
[ With a gentle tug at Blake's sleeve, he sets out to help Blake get undressed. ]
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You go on ahead; I'll catch up.
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I'm going to go back to reading, then, but I'm pulling you into bed in an hour whether you like it or not.
[ He sets about methodically changing so that he can lie in bed with his book. ]
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