[ Blake's at his desk, but he's moved it so he can sit on the opposite side from where he's normally staged. There's a (forgotten) pencil behind his ear, a pen in his hand, and John's propped his head. He must have been absently staring for a while before Crowley arrived.
He clears his throat in an effort to avoid sounding tired. ]
Naggin's makin' the point over'n over knowin' full well I understood the first time.
[ If he has notes on the subject, they're always tucked away somewhere else. On the desk are several sheets of papers with the beginnings of some doodled patterns, each a little different than the last. ]
[ Blake leans back at the contact, unfurl from his half-curled position over the tabletop. ]
A correct answer'd do it. [ And then a pause and he's cutting to the chase. ] You gonna force me in that direction anyway? If so, I think just oughta reserve myself to goin' willin'ly.
I think that would be best. Keep some of your dignity intact and get back into it with some rest under your belt in the morning.
[ Even Batman needs to sleep. No amount of skill can fix exhaustion and Crowley's quite sure that whatever this stupid riddle is, something worse is coming after the fact. ]
[ Honestly, Blake's just trying to judge how long it will be before Crowley goes slipping off to do his own thing so he can get back to working himself. But he doesn't need to say as much (and he'll have a hard time convincing himself to get up that quickly, no doubt). ]
Mm. Is it a good book? Somethin' by Lewis Carroll, maybe?
Dunno if you'll find 'em all that useful, but yeah, in the mornin'.
[ Blake obligingly stands and hauls himself in the direction of the bed. His joints pop and he has to stretch his back briefly before he goes about removing his pants and button-down. ]
[ No, no code. Although, he has made them as obtuse as possible just because that's his way. He slides into his bed, uncaring of the fact that his clothes are puddled on the floor. He usually sleeps in something more than what he's got on, but considering how late it is, he just doesn't feel much like following his usual routines. ]
[ You are such a lying liar that lies. Damn you for getting yourself killed! Blake makes an affirmative noise and then rubs at the bed next to him. Seriously, you're not getting away that easily, Crowley. ]
[ Feeling that urge to be close, Blake slides right up next to Crowley, curled against his leg since he can't spoon the demon outright. ]
Mm. 'Bout the dog... [ He rests a hand on Crowley's thigh and presses his nose against the fabric of Crowley's pants. ] Adam wants me to tell the Harvelles. Said they oughta know.
[ Blake agreed to tell them but maybe it can wait until after all of this. ]
I've made no move to hide her, but if anyone goes after her, she's trained to defend herself and that's on her attacker.
[ He doesn't sound entirely concerned with the matter, morally or literally. If someone is going to attack his poor baby, they're going to get what they deserve. ]
And I won't stand by and have people attacking her, either.
Me either. Adam didn't like hearin' it. Didn't like hearin' 'bout that croc, either. But I said I'd talk to 'em and I gotta be able to say that dog's always gonna be under control.
[ Blake trusts Crowley, but if something happens to the demon there's no saying what Perdita might do. ]
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I don't think it's nagging that I expect you to sleep a few hours every night.
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He clears his throat in an effort to avoid sounding tired. ]
Naggin's makin' the point over'n over knowin' full well I understood the first time.
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[ He comes over to the desk to look over Blake's shoulder at his notes. ]
What have you got?
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Nothin' I'd make a guess on. You?
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[ His hands go to Blake's shoulders, massaging gently. ]
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[ The pencil gets set on the desk followed by the pen Blake's had a grip on for hours now. ]
Either gonna be a hundred percent right or a hundred percent wrong. Even lucky guesses aren't lucky if it takes lives to make 'em.
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[ He leans forward and his hand slide over Blake's chest. ]
What's it going to take to get you into a bed?
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A correct answer'd do it. [ And then a pause and he's cutting to the chase. ] You gonna force me in that direction anyway? If so, I think just oughta reserve myself to goin' willin'ly.
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[ Even Batman needs to sleep. No amount of skill can fix exhaustion and Crowley's quite sure that whatever this stupid riddle is, something worse is coming after the fact. ]
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Is it not morning yet? Figured it was close at least.
[ He's long since locked up his watch so it doesn't distract him from his purpose. ]
How long're you stayin'?
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I can stay a little while. Make sure you get your beauty rest. I have a book I can read.
[ Much as he'd like to lie down with Blake, there's too much to figure out for him to waste time sleeping when he simply doesn't need to. ]
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Mm. Is it a good book? Somethin' by Lewis Carroll, maybe?
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[ He kisses the top of Blake's hair. ]
Now let's get you some rest. You can show me all of your notes in the morning.
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[ Blake obligingly stands and hauls himself in the direction of the bed. His joints pop and he has to stretch his back briefly before he goes about removing his pants and button-down. ]
You'll wake me if somethin' happens?
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Yes, darling, I'll wake you if anything interesting happens.
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Or anything at all.
[ Far be it for him to be out of the loop. ]
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[ He moves closer, leaning over Blake before he bends down to give him a kiss. ]
Now get some rest. We need your mind on this running at full capacity.
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You are such a lying liar that lies. Damn you for getting yourself killed!Blake makes an affirmative noise and then rubs at the bed next to him. Seriously, you're not getting away that easily, Crowley. ]Said you'd stay a while...
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[ He slips his shoes off and loosens the knot on his tie. ]
I'll let you know if I figure out anything useful when you wake up.
[ Settling against the headboard next to Blake, he rests the book in his lap, one hand going to idly play with Blake's hair. ]
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Mm. 'Bout the dog... [ He rests a hand on Crowley's thigh and presses his nose against the fabric of Crowley's pants. ] Adam wants me to tell the Harvelles. Said they oughta know.
[ Blake agreed to tell them but maybe it can wait until after all of this. ]
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[ He doesn't sound entirely concerned with the matter, morally or literally. If someone is going to attack his poor baby, they're going to get what they deserve. ]
And I won't stand by and have people attacking her, either.
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