[Crowley had gotten himself quite a nice haul of teeth, claws, and horns, tucked away under his absurd tricorn, and he has grown quite bored with picking carcasses like some overgrown carrion bird.
He's sure Aziraphale would make some snide witty remark about his name and wings too. Alas, the angel is off doing good deeds, leaving Crowley to his own infernal devices.
For a while, he watches the colourful stranger meticulously piling up bone after bone after bone. Then he decides to head down to make a nuisance of himself say hello.
That is - was - the plan. There's a thud like a bird hitting a window, accompanied by a string of colourful language.
Each ofuda is flaring red, the eyes all fixed on the demon who's rubbing his poor, bruised face.]
Dragon bones!
He's sure Aziraphale would make some snide witty remark about his name and wings too. Alas, the angel is off doing good deeds, leaving Crowley to his own infernal devices.
For a while, he watches the colourful stranger meticulously piling up bone after bone after bone. Then he decides to head down to
make a nuisance of himselfsay hello.That is - was - the plan. There's a thud like a bird hitting a window, accompanied by a string of colourful language.
Each ofuda is flaring red, the eyes all fixed on the demon who's rubbing his poor, bruised face.]