Voice Mail

[eyesofaserpent]

[The phone rings until it switches to voice mail. Then there's Crowley's relaxed voice.]

Hi. This is Anthony Crowley. Uh. I'm probably not in right now, or asleep, and busy, or something, but leave a message after the tone and I'll get right back to you. Ciao.

BeeeEEeeEEeeeeep


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[Video; unThe Doctor; End of June]

[borntolove]

Hallo. It's The Doctor.

I havef something that can cure your broken wing. Grow it back as it were.

[video - un:snakeandapple]

[eyesofaserpent]

[ He looks at his fluid in confusion. Why would anyone contact me? did I miss my shift? Oh. It's the Doctor. Huh. He picks up with a skeptical smirk. ]

What are you talking about?

[borntolove]

You're missing a wing are you not?

[eyesofaserpent]

Well, yeah but how are you going to make it grow back. I'm not a lizard.

Arguably a snake, but not a lizard.

[borntolove]

Got something.

[The Doctor holds up the vial so Crowley can see.]

Question is - do you want your wing, back?

[eyesofaserpent]

Well, yeah. Of course I do. I'm missing a sodding limb.

[ His brow knits as he thought for a moment. ]

But why would you want to waste whatever that is on me?

[borntolove]

[The Doctor smiles. He's glad he didn't have to debate with why. He knows from having lost some of his own other abilities that you do feel like you're missing a limb, so-to-speak.

Ten simply remarks as if it's obvious.]

I'm The Doctor.

[And he'll be right over.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[ He should have known better than to ask that. And yet he did. ]

Right. How did I forget for a moment?

Well, at least he had made snacks earlier. And by snacks, it was a bunch of rainbow gelatin cocktail bites with maraschino cherries in them..

[Action]

[borntolove]

[There is a knock at the door.]

Text Private; Un The Doctor

[borntolove]

Are you home by chance?

[eyesofaserpent]

Er, yeah... What's up?

[borntolove]

Got something for the both of you.

[eyesofaserpent]

Oh, huh. I think Aziraphale's at the library, but I'm here. The horse is finally in the yard again instead of the living room.

[action]

[borntolove]

[There's a knock on your door.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[ Crowley goes to the door and opens it. He's in his shirtsleeves, which are also rolled up, and an apron. Why yes, he is in the middle of kneading some dough. ]

Hey, come on in.

[ He heads back into the kitchen, expecting The Doctor will follow, to continue his kneading. Sure, he could just use a dough hook on a stand mixer, but this was a little bit better of a stress relief. ]

So you have something for us?

[borntolove]

What are you cooking? [A hard sniff.]

Sorry, what are you baking?

[The Doctor steps in.]

Right!

[Reaching into his suitcoat front pocket. Pulls out a small medical tin. That does have a latch with a lock.]

Nanogenes.

[The Doctor offers the box to Crowley.]

[eyesofaserpent]

Oh, it's going to be a garlic, olive loaf. Just need to get some good kneading in there. before I add in the olives and let it rise.

[ He looks at the tin curiously. Then his brows furrow. Oh, someone he remembers that episode. Which, despite it being The Doctor offering them, makes him instantly suspicious of them. ]

Nanogenes? Doctor, are there really enough of my kind for them to operate appropriately. I don't want them turning Azirapahle into me or vice versa. I'm not here for a miniature reenactment of "Are you my mummy?"

[borntolove]

Mmmm. Are you my - [Ten pouts. Rude. Stole the line.]

They're fresh. So you can only open the tin in front of you or Aziraphale. And you know - they'll learn what you are. Before one of you gets injured. Blow them back in, afterward.

early September | text | unTheDoctor | Locked

[borntolove]

[eyesofaserpent]

[ Crowley hasn't been on his fluid much since he woke up from death. He hasn't really been feeling well and so has been sleeping most of it off, only occasionally waking to cuddle Aziraphale ho hadn't left his side. Today he finally feels well enough to dick around on his fluid when he realized there was a message for him. Of course he's checking it while draped on Aziraphale's lap. He taps open the message and can't help but smile. ]

Well, Angel... Looks like we're going to be busy in a couple weeks.

[ He returns a message: ] Congrats, mates. We'll be there.

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[borntolove]

Thank you.

Do you mind catering?

[eyesofaserpent]

Oh... Sure. If that's what you want.

Any requests?

[borntolove]

Surprise us. There are ten invited. Including me and Jack. You and Aziraphale.

And cake too. If you don't mind. Don't care. As long as The Tardis is on the cake somehow.

Thank you.

[eyesofaserpent]

Yeah, I.. For ten..? Good one.

[borntolove]

Sorry, did I say a funny thing?

Jack wanted this small.