InsaneJournal

Who: Crowley and Adikia
What: Letting off some steam- nonsexually, that is.
When/Where: After Kia's last post/the offices at the resort
Warnings: Mun-coordinated violence, their mouths... probably not more than that.

There was a reason, past the obvious sin, that Crowley usually stuck with other males. Discussions of 'feelings'- or lack thereof- never calculated into what were otherwise fun little games. It was understood, that a fuck was a fuck, and if emotions became involved, they were ignored until they faded away. All that seemed to go out the window, when tits were added into the equation.

Not that he didn't understand why she was upset, at least abstractly; the angel made him a bit of- alright, a rather complete ponce, when it came to things like this. He always had. He hadn't even been thinking of Kia when he agreed to wear the device. Come to think of it, that was probably the angel's intention all along. But it was done, and being a serpent of his word, Crowley was bound by the agreement, until Aziraphale decided to let him go.

He knew agreeing to meet Kia, with their tempers so high, was likely a bad idea. But once again, his mouth had acted before his brain could intercede, and so there he was, looking over the stacks of papers on the desk in front of him, waiting for Adikia to make her way back.