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[sainsburys_plant_mister]

[Feeding the ducks at St James']

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Aaaah, much love. Crowley's awesome <3

[riseupandshake]

There a reason you're fattenin' up them birds?

I'm rather fond of him :)

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

[An eyebrow arches over his sunglasses]

Sort of a habit, I suppose.

[hurtyourealgood]

"This is a good look for you." Not that there's any reason to believe either of them have looked any differently than they currently do. That would be ridiculous.

The initial statement was followed by an equally amused, "Been a while."

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

He knew that voice. It'd been a long time since he'd heard it, but he knew it nonetheless. With a small smirk, Crowley turned to the other midway through his reply, his tone equal parts rhetorical and surprised.

"Surrounded by waterfowl with a loaf of Hovis in my hands? Or just in general?"

[hurtyourealgood]

"Just in general, I'm not as surprised as I should be at the fact that you're inciting some sort of gang war." There was an easy smile then, "That's a hobby for most of us, I think. Though in my case it's usually pigeons in Union Square."

Which meant that Zepar was a long way away from his usual home base.

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

"Never quite took to pigeons. Then again, didn't think I'd ever find myself feeding ducks either, and yet here I am."

Emptying his hand of the unintentionally-withheld slice of bread, Crowley nudged his sunglasses further up over the bridge of his nose, and a moment later moved up on the bench. There was already room for Zepar to sit if he wanted to, but it seemed polite to offer regardless.

"So, what brings you to London? Business, or pleasure?"

[hurtyourealgood]

"How often have you known me to do anything for business?" He asked as he settled at the other end of the bench, comfortable there as he was most places. It was something of a gift, that level of ease, one of many things that just came naturally to him.

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

Considering the question, Crowley shrugged a moment later. "Touché, though that doesn't quite answer my question."

If he were a demon who actually took his job as seriously as most others did, Crowley might have envied the other's laid back attitude, or even scoffed at it. But since the not-quite-apocalypse, he'd been far more cavalier himself. Probably something he should change.

Probably.

Right now there were ducks to feed and a largely unscathed Earth to enjoy.

[hurtyourealgood]

"No, I don't suppose it does." He replied, though there was still amusement in the tone, relenting a moment later with: "Just visiting. Does me good to remind myself that I can."

After having been trapped in a square mile of mostly-deserted desert valley for as long as he had, he occasionally had to remind himself that he wasn't stuck in one place any longer, even if it was a place he'd picked for himself this time.

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

He could certainly understand that. Not necessarily the 'being trapped' part, but travelling he definitely enjoyed. Seeing new places when London got too claustrophobic - because somehow the planet still managed to conjure those up - going back to countries he hadn't visited in a few decades.

Crossing one leg over the other - carefully, just in case his foot clipped a mallard in the process - Crowley quirked a brow at his companion.

"Funny place to pick, at least at this time of year. Should wait until our annual fortnight of sunshine in August."

[hurtyourealgood]

"Nah, I get enough of that at home. That's the point of visiting somewhere else, to experience weather you don't usually get to." While San Francisco was arguably damp and often foggy, it wasn't the same as London's damp and foggy, there was a different viscosity to it, and that was something Zepar could -and did- appreciate.