If You Say You’ve Never Bought Clothes Influenced By A Fictional Character Youre Lying

Warlock nods, giggling a little, before letting go to come around front and hug Crowley the normal way.

*tackle hugs from behind then buries face in Crowley’s wings*

Wh—?! Oh, it’s you! Hello little lad.

Cool. How are you holding up, with Dad being…y’know.…?

Can we take names and kick ass after the Bookstore is fixed?

Gladly, kid. So gladly.

So, what he’s saying is that he lost his sole?

I’m such aa ducking lightweight. I had less than a glass of wine and I’m drunk😂

Sooo, does that mean I can call you Mom?

Ok, everyone please quit picking in Mom. He’s a very scary demon with the reputation to prove it.

We’ve been over this: I’m not your mother, she just paid me to take care of you because she’s…a busy woman.

He shakes his head, now refusing to look him in the eye. “I-it’s nothing, just practicing some stuff…” Warlock’s hair rustles a little as he tries to calm himself down.

This is going to take some real pushing.

*tackle hugs from behind then buries face in Crowley’s wings*

Wh—?! Oh, it’s you! Hello little lad.

Coffee and liquor make me feel invincible. I have both in my system. Now I'm exhaustedbwhoot!

*He grins and shrugs*

Not really, no.

Ok, everyone please quit picking in Mom. He’s a very scary demon with the reputation to prove it.

We’ve been over this: I’m not your mother, she just paid me to take care of you because she’s…a busy woman.

He follows Lucifer inside and his eyes light up when the couch is offered.  "Couch sounds good.  I guess I should introduce myself, though.  Warlock Do-erm, Crowley...sorry, I just got my name changed."  He extends a hand around the pile of take-out in his arms, looking around the room.  

He'd been drawn to the place by what he called his problem-dreams, not a full 'vision', just flashes of objects, buildings, and his host's face.  Which meant he had to let things play out without knowing what he was getting into.

"Nice apartment...sorry you had bad houseguests,"  he says, a bit distracted by trying to remember what exactly he'd seen in his sleep.

Hello

He looked her up and down. " I'm guessing your another one? Peachy? What are you going to do now? Bring animals into my penthouse? Destroy the place? Make me sign a paper against my will? What's next? " He scoffed, sipping on his bourbon.