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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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[serpentinthegarden]

[ The footfalls in the hall went entirely unnoticed as did the creaking open of the door until the light 'hurmph' of the one standing in the doorway finally drew him away from the swirling emotions and the wanton abandon of all good sense to glare at the doorway like a predator coiled over his next meal. The Butler, of course. ]

This is why we need to meet at my place.

[ There wasn't even the glimmer of embarrassment at having been caught up in the moment. Not from Crowley anyway, the Butler looked slightly uncomfortable in his inscrutable and difficult to read way. ]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Oh my!

[he was quite flushed. Pink all over even, his lips slightly parted. There seemed to be a faint fuzz of gold about his head though it was probably a trick of the light. The butler of course, pulled himself together and said: tea, sir?]

Oh yes, yes tea, please thank you. We'll set it up right here. Yes I know it is hot and to not put anything sensitive in it. [his face flushed deeper]

Honestly, Mr Crowley was just... well nevermind what he was doing. You just pour the tea.

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Crowley said not a single word during the exchange but lay there with his grin growing ever wider and more tinged with a look his evil smile couldn't disguise as the more Fell flustered the more hopelessly enamored with him Crowley grew. ]

I was enjoying your Master's hospitality.

[ He had to go and say something that rivaled that line about sensitive bits and the reason they didn't belong in tea. Though he finally moved enough to sit up so that the Princess could have his afternoon repast. ]

I wouldn't say no to some of those tiny little cakes your lot always seem to have with the frosting flower decorations on them.

[ Petit Fours he meant. Every tea party he had ever seen did tend to have them or something very like them. ]

You never did say why today was the day you decided to have your lie in.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[the butler sniffs and knows when to show himself out, but does pour tea for the both of them and provides a proper repast before leaving.]

You may have a petit four if you ask nicely. [he holds one between his fingers, offering it temptingly and batting his eyes]

Well as I said I do have a bit of a cold and well, after the holidays and what-not I am quite simply exhausted. If I didn't take myself to bed I would burn myself out before spring where there is another whirlwind and I have quite a few projects on the table. Not to mention the Valentine's Day Fete.

[serpentinthegarden]

Oh a Valentine's Day Feet.

[ This was intentionally mispronounced just to be a bit of a brat while he decided just how nice to be for that bit of cake. ]

Does anyone actually have those?

[ They must if Fell was planning on attending one or even throwing one... He was probably going to throw the damn party and end up the center of attention in some horrible pink ruffled... thing. Or at least this was the mental image that had Crowley smiling as he asked. ]

What does one do at one of those?

[ He reached out to tease Fell's hand lightly with the pads of his own in slight warning before he leaned down to nibble a corner of that petit four right out from between the man's fingers. ]

Not flirt with a bit of cake, I'd imagine?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Fete

[he is very tempted to smack him but doesn't]

We do. And one enjoys oneself presumably but for myself it is just a lot of work. I am used to it but, well, one mustn't complain and...

[but then Mr. Crowley's skin brushes against his and those beautiful sharp teeth steal a bit of petit four. He flushes and manages to find the wherewithal to say]

You didn't do a thing to earn that nibble...