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I don't really remember.

[ It certainly wasn't white, soft like feathers, and comforting like being wrapped in an angel's wing or anything! ]

Do you remember what you dream?

vaguely

[Unfortunately the ones that don't make him sound completely crazy have elements that might be considered treason, so he isn't comfortable talking about them at all. Not even aloud and face to face.]

there's a temp pull on the west side with a stone thing
lots of snake heads
it was in my last dream
not important like you said

There's a what? It sounds like Medusa. Are you having Greek dreams?

[ Crowley might not have understood what the stone thing on the west side with a bunch of snake heads was. ]

Anyway I don't see what's so important about remembering them, do you?

whats a medusa?

[He's not well versed in those myths. Otherwise he might have correctly identified a hydra instead of a naga in the Buddhist temple, which is the closest thing he's seen that resembles it. But the thought of going to the library and hunting down some book to find out more when he can't even get through Winnie the Pooh gives him sphincter cramps.]

snakes only have one head and its just a dream
doesnt mean any thing

if its important you will remember it
other wise they send you letters or thugs with fists and guns to remind you

A lady with a bunch of snakes for hair, turns people to stone if you look at her.

[ Crowley wasn't exactly a library guy himself but they were big on learning the classics back at the home he had spent part of his time growing up in. ]

Must be a common theme in dreams, snakes. Maybe that's why there are so many stories about them.

Anyway I don't think anyone will be sending out any goons to shake us down about a silly dream. It's not like they are real or anything.

sounds like a real charmer
if she has snakes for hair everyone would look

[He doesn't even know where to begin deconstructing Crowley's hot chick fantasy, so he's not going to go there.]

no they will just lock you in a room with a ~~sykiatrst~~ army doctor and elect tro cute you until you lose all feeling in yore legs and choke on yore own drool

[ Hey, he is man enough to admit that would be pretty hot. ]

There's a charming picture. Are you speaking from experience?

[Getting turned into stone or getting bitten by hair if you get too close? No thanks.]

no
why dont you tell them you dont now whats real any more and see what theyll do to you for yourself

[ Well... you would have to close your eyes but there's nothing to say those snakes would bite. Some snakes are rather friendly. ]

I was never in the army. They would just shrug their shoulders and tell me not to drink so much.

[There's only 2 possible responses if Bucky got a friendly snake slithering in the crook of his neck. The first is his shoulder rising and his head tilting down and a very undignified 'nnnnnnngh' and the second is a very masculine squeal and possibly something that sounds suspiciously like a giggle.

Neither of those are the appropriate responses to hot stone chick.]

you got out of serving?

[ Yeah, for some reason Crowley doesn't have that same creepy crawly feeling when it comes to snakes. They are just shorter and have to slither up something to see who they are talking to. ]

I was too old for the draft when it first began and by the time they got around to the the Third Registration the war ended.

[ Luck of the devil! ]

I would have dodged though if I had needed to, just run off some where. Nasty things wars.

you dont look a day past 12

[That was a compliment, by the way.]

it was the only thing i was good at

I've been called youthful before but twelve!

[ It was flattering enough to smirk at the text but the next line was sobering enough to snap him back out of that. ]

Where did they send you?

[ Given the way it had been written the Homefront seemed unlikely but maybe he had avoided the trenches. ]

its the hair
not hideing any snakes under there are you ?

[Imagine just sitting around having a drink or three and then suddenly this lunging snake attack.]

a bit of France and Germany but spent 4 years in Constantinople
you didnt miss much

[Don't hold your breath, he can only spell that one because he's seen it so many times.]

couldnt wait to leave
and then i came back
~~and all i wanted was to go back there and just~~
wasnt so good here after all

but are you really 50 ?

Just the one.

[ He did have a snake tattoo near his ear on one cheek but there was very little chance of it slithering out from under any hair and spooking anyone during drinks. ]

You never hear much about Constantinople. Was it as badly torn up?

I mean... you could always reenlist. I'm not sure its much better over there trying to rebuild everything.

[ France and Germany had gotten the lion's share of the news coverage. Every time you picked up a paper those nations were splashed all over the headlines with bombed out buildings or war images from the front lines. Crowley had missed a great deal but he felt better off from having done so. ]

Fifty! I haven't cracked fifty yet. I'm forty-eight.

[ Those two years mattered! Though he supposed as they had just been through a New Years that he would be forty-nine whenever his birthday came up. Whenever that was... April something. ]

[You never know with those pesky tattoos... one blink and they're gone.]

not like the first year
they wont take me back now

wow yore all most 50

[He would have said 'congratulations' but that word's too hard so Crowley has to settle for a much bigger, much better equivalent:]

thats grate

[ At least its probably not poisonous? ]

Nah, maybe not. Not with all that history. It was supposed to be the War to End All Wars anyway...

[ Not that Crowley believed that! As long as their were humans then there would be wars. ]

Is it great?

im sure they say that every time

i think so if yore happy
are you happy ?

[ Never was there ever a question that felt as heavy as that one. Are you happy... tch. He should be. He had a decent flat, enough money to keep him off the streets, and wits enough to make things interesting with his schemes. There was just that little something that was missing. If only he knew what that was. ]

Yea, course I'm happy. Why wouldn't I be? I've got everything going on.

good

maybe if you meet the woman of your dreams you should use a blind fold

I already have shades.

[ Those might shield him from any lady's stoney glare? ]

Besides I'm not really the meet a girl and settle down type.

why do you wear them all the time ?

what type are you?

Eye condition. It's better if I do.

[ Golden colored eyes with odd looking pupils did get one too many strange looks. People just didn't understand anyone who was different and he wasn't looking to join a sideshow. ]

I'm the type that doesn't get attached to anyone. It's better that way.

[Well that answered that mystery. Bucky always thought Crowley was either perpetually hung over - well, he probably is that, too - or he knows of soldiers who couldn't stand bright lights anymore after the war, but Crowley never served.]

never wanted chill drun?

I would be a real good influence on children!

[ Not that they weren't fun, sometimes, when they were playing... But what kids needed was a father not a whatever he would be. ]

If I wanted one I could just go outside and grab one with all those street kids out there. You? You're the one you managed the whole marriage thing.

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