Anthony J Crowley: Vaguely Sauntering Downward (_crowley_) wrote in snapthread,
"Is it warm?" Crowley asked lightly, "I hadn't noticed." His scarf was maybe a little looser than it usually was, but otherwise he still looked perfectly comfortable in his black and grey layers -- but then, if a demon wasn't comfortable in warm temperatures, who would be?
Well, at least he was comfortable with something, because he'd been a bit on edge since they'd arrived here in Starklandia. It was small and cramped and the population was closer to zero than it was a hundred, he was pretty sure. Also, he may or may not have been worried about his car and possibly his house plants. They weren't going to water themselves, after all.
But it wasn't all bad. He had Aziraphale and there was an air of mystery about the place that he could get behind. Because at least if he was going to be stuck in a not-earth place, it was one with strange doorways to other worlds and dimensions in it.
It seemed very much the opposite of some kind of Ineffable plan, honestly.
"Is it, a bit," he said, looking at the multiple door options in front of them. "What do you suspect we'll find? Our way back home? The Wild West? Dinosaurs?" He glanced sneakily over at his Angel. "A bookshop?"