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[serpentinthegarden]

Hey people. All this nonsense talk of dreams aside...

I'm looking to hire some one for a few hours, light work, nothing illegal, at least its only vaguely illegal. You're end of the deal would be on the up and up. Must be a good shopper and willing to look the other way.

[ All this typed up on one with one hand while he wrestled a small girl he had tucked up under the other arm down the sidewalk and right past the world's least observant cop. She was tiny and wearing only a potato ack that had been fashioned into some sort of dress, a street kid who even while she was being carried away very few paid attention to. ]

Oh, also female. Very important that you have to be female. It will never work if you aren't. I've tried.

If you are interested send a prompt reply otherwise I'll have to think up something else.

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[blessedarethebookmakers]

[Princess? He smothers the startled bit of affection for that and wakes up a little more, ringing for his tea]

What have you got handled, Mr. Crowley. And why do I doubt it. Also if I am a princess, what does that make you?

[serpentinthegarden]

They could worry about getting this hellion married instead! Once she's old enough.

I like it.

[serpentinthegarden]

Not a Prince. Just trying something out but it doesn't feel quite right.

[ Princess wasn't the right term. ]

You wouldn't like it! Even if the brat had it coming...

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Something lowlier perhaps? A jester?

[he's just teasing him]

What the hell did you do? Mr. Crowley! If I find you've hurt someone I will give you such a clout round the ear!

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Such a face scrunched up demonic face was pulled at that comment that the kid he was toting briefly forgot her peril and laughed.

Then the tease faded leaving Fell's written threat which some how stung worse than any ear boxing he might have received. ]

I haven't hurt anyone. It's not that kind of caper. It's more... relocating goods.

[desperate_times_right]

I can drop you my address if you want to come by and take a look at them.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

What goods are you relocating. I don't trust anything you say with the word good in it for some reason.

[he sniffs]

I insist you come tell me in person! I shan't sleep until you do!

[serpentinthegarden]

Yeah. Once I get this brat cleaned up we will drop by, do a bit of a test run, see how things go. What's your address?

[serpentinthegarden]

Oh you insist?

[ Why was that so appealing? ]

I don't even know where you live.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

I know a little duck that says otherwise.

And I've yet to properly thank my mysterious malefactor so you'll have to do.

Come by at three?

[serpentinthegarden]

[ CAUGHT! He had been sloppy, obviously... maybe on purpose. How does one go about thanking a mysterious malefactor and why did he want to know so badly? ]

3. I should be able to find a brat sitter by then.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

I didn't know you had children!

[it's a shock. And not a pleasant one. But of course someone as handsome as Mr. Crowley would]

Is there a Ms. Crowley? Would she approve?

No it is best you keep your eye on them. We can meet at a more convenient time perhaps.

[serpentinthegarden]

I don't have kids!

[ Only a quick elbow jab to the arm reminded him of his new acquisition. ]

I just picked one up... I thought you insisted on hearing about this in person?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Picked one up? What on earth do you mean you picked one up? You can't just simply pluck one off the street! Why did you? Their parents must be worried sick! Put them back this instant!

[serpentinthegarden]

Why not?

[ One could almost hear the shrug through the screen. ]

She was just laying around out there, pretending to be crippled, it's not like anyone is going to notice she is gone. She doesn't have any parents Fell. She is a street kid and a robber... If I didn't nick her the coppers would have eventually.

[desperate_times_right]

[It takes a second, but she manages to send him a map location.]

Ignore the fancy street name, it's just the new end of 35th. A bit north of the theatre district.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

So you plan to reform her?

[that makes him smile though he tries to fight it]

Very well. Bring her along and I'll inspect the both of you. Make sure she's washed up properly. After all, I don't give audience to just anyone.

[honestly he would give audience to her if they were both covered in manure, he just wants to see how Mr. Crowley rises to the challenge.]

[serpentinthegarden]

I dig it.

[ Which was slang for 'I know the area' in this case. ]

Thanks for the intel. I might have been days at finding a new place for her.

[ Weeks or months were much more likely! ]

[serpentinthegarden]

I plan to keep her from stealing from me again.

[ If that was some what similar to reforming her then it was being done for purely selfish reasons and not some misplaced sentiment... just because she was cold, hungry, and Crowley had lived through the same terrible upbringing. Those weren't factors in this at all! ]

She won't remember to use the right fork.

[ Who ever could? Inspection failed! ]

Until then.

[desperate_times_right]

Oh, no problem. If she can get these guys out of my hair it's win-win.

[ibiza]

Kids love me, Shades. Watch. I'll have her charmed in no time. She like chocolate?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

It seems to me that if you are not careful, she will steal something of greater value.

[Mr. Crowley's heart, he means, though it is already too late for that]


I shall be here.


[and here he is. Upon arrival to the town house they are ushered up the stairs by a bored looking butler to the master suite. Fell has never left bed. Well he is feeling a bit on the ill side. And he is tucked in under a magnificent quilt and an even more magnificent bedrobe draped around his form. When he sees them, he beams]

Well then! Just in time for tea!

[serpentinthegarden]

[ By the time they arrived the little street rat had been wrangled into something which now resembled a little girl with her hair curled and her potato sack outfit swapped for something more like that a princess would wear...
Though walking into the room to be greeted by their host who was wearing that maybe Fell actually was the Princess. ]

I don't like tea.

[ The little girl said with a pout to which Crowley had a quick reply. ]

Fine. We'll give you hot water and sugar.

[ He left her there by the door way to mingle around, maybe break something too expensive to replace or bounce on some priceless furniture somewhere as little hellions are want to do, as he paced around Fell's bed. ]

Have you been sleeping all afternoon?

[serpentinthegarden]

Why are they so obsessed over who you marry anyway?

[serpentinthegarden]

She's six. She would sooner rob a candy store for chocolates than a bank for money.

[ Clearly yes! What kid doesn't like sweets? ]

You're going to bribe her! I like the way you think.