“I just want a bloody pair of sunglasses,” Crowley cursed. That was it. It was all he wanted. Nothing more. Nothing less. He walked through the store with his eyes narrowed slightly, partly in irritation and partly because the light was ridiculous. Why did it have to be so bright in the store? Fluorescents were of the Devil.
No. Not of the Devil. More like a creation from Upstairs to make anyone from Downstairs incredibly uncomfortable with the bright.
He was searching for sunglasses because his last pair was broken. Totaled. Beyond repair. Crowley supposed he could have conjured them back from disrepair, but really, it was time to upgrade. Not that this store was the type he would find the sort of fashionable set he imagined, but it would do for now. Until he did find what he was looking for in a far more... upscale venue. Right now it was function over form.
He got a few looks as people passed him by, mostly comments about his eyes. Some wondering if he was a freak (no so much, no) or if they were contacts colored to look that way (also, no) or if he was some sort of hellish being (bingo). Either way, they gave him a wide berth, which was just as well as he wasn't feeling up to the tight personal bubble that generally came with going shopping for anything in a store that catered to the lower middle to lower class.
The televisions caught his eye as he moved past the electronics section. First the size of some of them. He really, really needed to upgrade his current entertainment electronics to something more like the giant plasma tv. Then, the shouting caught his ear. Someone was clearly upset over something.
Then Crowley got a better look and sighed. It was the girl from the Zoo. The one who became... Queen, was it? Whose castle he helped destroy? He wondered if she'd remember him. Not that he cared, just idle curiosity.