Anthony J. Crowley (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sauntervaguelydownwards) wrote2015-05-20 01:37 pm
sauntervaguelydownwards) wrote2015-05-20 01:37 pm
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06 🍎 You wouldn't get this from any other guy
[Video (backdated to the 12th)]
[Crowley has kept his new powers virtually under wraps, using the new abilities to please himself alone: he adds a few more rooms to his cabin, updates all of his cutting-edge furniture, and does a few truly hideous things to houseplants that dramatically thrive in terror.
Now he's gotten bored, and has decided to treat the Barge to a bit of music. On loop.]
Enjoying the soundtrack? I'll change the song if anyone can suggest a better one. ["Better" here meaning "even more annoying."]
[Port spam (current)]
[Paris is a nice return to normality for Crowley. He's been before, and walking the familiar streets is almost comforting. No magic to worry about, no monsters beyond those he shares a boat with, and the food is exquisite - he missed that. The limitless credit cards he wished up for himself are serving him well, and he takes the opportunity to spoil himself.
Fancy cigarettes. Good wine. New suits. A Maserati Granturismo.
He careens down the crowded city streets at 120kph, getting away with it simply because humans know it's physically impossible; he rents a floor of a five-star hotel; he haunts the most expensive restaurants and shames the waiters; he hits nightclubs and usually walks out with at least one gorgeous young Parisian.
It's a good port.]
[Crowley has kept his new powers virtually under wraps, using the new abilities to please himself alone: he adds a few more rooms to his cabin, updates all of his cutting-edge furniture, and does a few truly hideous things to houseplants that dramatically thrive in terror.
Now he's gotten bored, and has decided to treat the Barge to a bit of music. On loop.]
Enjoying the soundtrack? I'll change the song if anyone can suggest a better one. ["Better" here meaning "even more annoying."]
[Port spam (current)]
[Paris is a nice return to normality for Crowley. He's been before, and walking the familiar streets is almost comforting. No magic to worry about, no monsters beyond those he shares a boat with, and the food is exquisite - he missed that. The limitless credit cards he wished up for himself are serving him well, and he takes the opportunity to spoil himself.
Fancy cigarettes. Good wine. New suits. A Maserati Granturismo.
He careens down the crowded city streets at 120kph, getting away with it simply because humans know it's physically impossible; he rents a floor of a five-star hotel; he haunts the most expensive restaurants and shames the waiters; he hits nightclubs and usually walks out with at least one gorgeous young Parisian.
It's a good port.]
[port spam]
I hate mirrored sunglasses. You can look at me when you look my way. And if you want to eat with me that badly than take me to lunch my night is promised to the dead.
[port spam]
Like I said, he has pretty eyes. [He chuckles as the stylist leans him back against a sink for a shampoo.] Fine, we'll go to Le Cinq.
[port spam]
[She winds a strand of hair around her finger, imagining it.]
How do you say "loose curls" in French?
Re: [port spam]
boucles lâches Though she can understand you Tiffany.
[ He stayed still after the stylist working on his hair twacked his head with the comb. There was a bitch please moment that crossed his face, but he needs a haircut so it is let slid.]
That works for me, I suppose.
[port spam]
Donner ses boucles lâches et tout ce qu'elle veut.
It better.
[port spam]
[port spam]
[ Vergil transalted with a mock of Crowley's voice, as his white hair was being snipped at. He was looking at the mirror before him, but not at his reflection, at the two of them He always expects the worst.]
Of course, Anthony.