eyesofaserpent
[Crowley's feeling the sting of being away from London today. He misses his flat. He misses dining at the Ritz. He misses feeding the ducks at St. James Park. He misses his car. And though he would ever be reluctant to say it, he misses Aziraphale. And he misses doing all those things with the angel. Now that he's been pulled away from his life, he's starting to realize just how much of it was a comfort he relied on.

[He feels as if his foundation has been cracked today. He feels unsteady on his feet. He misses his good friend dearly and he's quite aware that none of the connections he's made here in Mayfield can even remotely compare to the angel. He knows he's thinking too much about this, but he doesn't have his pal to pull him out of his thoughts and back into the real world.]



A. [Action - 915 Bilko Boulevard]

[Crowley's quieter than usual this morning, just sipping his coffee and staring blankly at the front page of the newspaper without really reading it.]


B. [Action - Around Town]

[Crowley's walking to work today, having left his homemade skateboard at home. His hands are stuffed in his suit pockets and his shoulders are sagged.]


C. [Action - Olney's Tavern]

[Normally Crowley is doing his best to introduce the drones (and residents, for that matter) to a wider variety of cocktail than they tend to order. But today he's just quietly serving up everything ordered without complaint.]