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Tweak says, "A babbling candle!"

Anthony J Crowley (serpentinedemon) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-06-19 21:53:00

Entry tags:

anthony j crowley, aziraphale

Who: Aziraphale and Crowley
What: Chess (which is to say, who knows?)
When: Backdated to... Wednesday? Yesterday.
Warnings: There's no telling. We haven't quite decided, yet.

Crowley wasn't quite sure what to make of the sickeningly modern building the Angel had directed him to. Looking around the lobby, he decided it was something he could imagine himself designing- perhaps he had. He hardly remembered all of the designs he had created, over his decades in New York. Still, it was hardly the sort of thing he expected his ang- Aziraphale, to bother with.

Deciding to stop thinking so far into things, he simply willed himself to the Angel's front room, lounging over his disgustingly chic leather couch. Rather than announce his presence, he simply reached over to turn on the over-priced flat-screen TV, settling on one of his soaps. In Thai.

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	serpentinedemon 2008-06-20 03:40 am UTC (link)
	He couldn't hide the smirk, amused, as he gave the Angel a more thorough look over. "Excuse me, but who might you be, and what have you done with the guardian of the East Gate, and the stick that was once perpetually lodged up his non-existant sphyncter?" His wings ruffled as he let out a soft laugh, moving another piece. "Check," (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-20 03:42 am UTC (link)
	"Now that he actually has a sphyncter, my dear, well," Zira cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. "Well, now there's a whole new set of rules." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-20 03:50 am UTC (link)
	"Oh? Would you care to fill me in on those rules, Angel?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-20 03:56 am UTC (link)
	Zira made a move on the board, easily putting Crowley in check. he smiled a devious smile. "I'm afraid telling you is against the rules, my dear." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-20 03:58 am UTC (link)
	"How delightfully arrogant," It was said with a tone of genuine approval, smirking into his glass with a drink as he moved himself out of check. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-20 04:05 am UTC (link)
	"I rather expected you would approve, my dear." Zira answered with a smirk and a rustling of his feathers. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-20 04:12 am UTC (link)
	Crowley's eyes moved to the Angel's wings as they moved, but he quickly diverted his attention back to the board, to make another move. It was rude to stare at another's wings. Closer to offensive, really, and- Vaguely dirty. He couldn't help but shift in his seat at the thought. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-20 04:18 am UTC (link)
	Zira felt very smug, though he maintained a neutral expression. He rather liked messing with Crowley, and wondered why he'd never thought to do this sort of thing before. "My dear, are you sure your head is in the game?" Zira moved, claiming one of Crowley's pieces. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

serpentinedemon
2008-06-20 04:23 am UTC (link)

The demon wasn't sure what upset him more- the fact that he knew he was being messed with, something very atypical for the Angel, or... the fact that he was playing along, even after the realization. Curiousity had always been one of his shortcomings, and he couldn't help but keep prodding the proverbial beehive*, looking for answers.

Taking a second to think, he moved to claim one of Zira's pieces, shaking his head. "I'm rather sure it doesn't matter, as you've started to cheat," If not in the game itself, than by distracting Crowley from playing to his ability.

(*Which was also a vaguely dirty phrase in his head, that he tried his best not to adknowledge, lest he be caught in the act of thinking it.)

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	eastgateangel 2008-06-20 04:25 am UTC (link)
	"New rules," Zira stated with a matter-of-fact tone. HIs foot shifted under the table, brushing Crowley's foot, either by accident or deliberate choice. His mind was as blank as his expression. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-20 04:31 am UTC (link)
	He felt the touch, but chose to write it off, focusing instead on the game. "I take it I don't get to know these rules either, dear?" A hint of annoyance crept into his voice, but he played it off with anoter move on the board, and another small shift of his wings. "I dare say, if you wish to get anything accomplished, then, you'll have to make your move," (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-20 04:40 am UTC (link)
	"I've a feeling we're no longer talking about the game," Zira moved his piece, putting Crowley in check once again. He shifted, and his wings spasmed behind him. He drew his hand across his lip in a somewhat suggestive gesture. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-20 04:45 am UTC (link)
	"I've a feeling we're not talking about the same game, but a game nonetheless," He sat back, moving to get out of check one last time, although he knew he was on his last legs. It was even more apparent, as he glanced back to watch the Angel's wings again, letting his sight linger that time. "Are you quite alright, dear?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-20 04:48 am UTC (link)
	"Never better, dear," Zira answered with a very smug smile as he won the game. At least, the chess game. "Dear me, did I just win? The first time in 6000 years." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-20 04:51 am UTC (link)
	The Demon turned his eyes back to the board, and looking over the configuration, was entirely sure the Angel had cheated. It was enough to get a near-proud smile out of him, as he nodded. "Indeed, it seems you have, dear. Congratulations," There was a comment to be made, about taking his prize, but he wasn't quite feeling that... vulgar, just yet. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-20 04:58 am UTC (link)
	"Huh." Zira looked over the board. "Winning feels good, my dear. I can see why you never let me win, before. So. What's my prize? Surely I deserve something, after 6000 years." He batted his eyes, feigning a look of pure innocence. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-20 04:59 am UTC (link)
	"Come now, Angel, what did I ever recieve for winning, other than accusations of cheating? Which, by the way, didn't go unnoticed," He finished off his liquor, moving to pour himself another glass. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-21 01:25 am UTC (link)
	"Accusations," Zira waved a hand in a dismissive gesture. "Truthful observations, more like." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-21 01:29 am UTC (link)
	"Well then. Would you care for my truthful observation?" He smirked, sipping a little more from his whiskey. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-21 01:33 am UTC (link)
	"Dear boiy, you make it sound so naughty, when you lower your voice like that." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-21 01:37 am UTC (link)
	"That's just it, my dear. You never cared for my vulgarity before. Now, dare I say, you're enjoying it." In which, 'enjoy' was something far more vulgar than it sounded. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-21 01:39 am UTC (link)
	Zira gasped and leaned back, a hand at his neck, attempting to feign innocence. "I should say not, my dear. You must be losing your touch." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-21 01:42 am UTC (link)
	Crowley seemed nonplussed. "The thing is, dear, I'm not losing my touch. I may be misusing it, given recent events, but apparently that is up to you and your 'rules'." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-21 01:45 am UTC (link)
	Zira deliberately nudged Crowley's calf under the table. "Really, my dear. I did prefer the low, raspy, sexy voice." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-21 01:48 am UTC (link)
	Chin tilting downward, Crowley's golden eyes peered over at Zira over the edge of his sunglasses. "Is that sssso, dear?" He let the hiss go, a mischievous smirk passing over his lips. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)