Drink Count: 3 | Skaterboy

[eyesofaserpent]

A. [Action: Johnathon's Tools]

[Crowley can be seen buying plywood, sand paper, varnish, and some tools. He looks a bit preoccupied and slightly devious.]


B. [Action: In Front of 915 Bilko Boulevard]

[He is sitting on the porch sanding a slightly ovular board. He's smiling like a cat who's gotten his cream.]


C. [Action: About Town]

[The results! Crowley can be on his newly built skateboard. He's wearing his suit and a pair of black All-Stars. He seems to be an old pro at this and even does a couple tricks with his tie flapping in the wind.]

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C!

[loistheintrepid.livejournal.com]

[Lois's face is buried in the latest edition of Mayfield newspaper as she turns the corner to head back home. She doesn't see Crowley over the latest communist headlines; instead, she barrels straight into him, letting out a faint grunt of pain before she hits the ground.]

Son of a-

Why hallo~!

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley absolutely did not expect that and manages to windmill his arms and topple backwards. The skateboard rolls toward the building and stops.]

Bloody hell.... Er... You alright then?

Re: Haiii! Stumbled upon this in the AC, hope ya don't mind! :D

[loistheintrepid.livejournal.com]

[The newspaper she was holding is currently sprawled across the sidewalk, so she collects herself enough to get upright and start picking back up.]

Fine. My pride will recover. You okay?

Ha ha, I don't mind at all. <3

[eyesofaserpent]

[He stands up and offers her a hand. He may be a demon, but he could still be polite.]

I'm fine. A little spill like that won't be enough to keep a bloke like me down.

Re: \o/ YAY!

[loistheintrepid.livejournal.com]

[She glances up at him and offers a small smile, getting to her feet with his help and brushing herself off.]

Thanks. I tend to fall over myself more often than I'm proud of, so I'm glad this time I had a legitimate excuse.

[eyesofaserpent]

Clumsy type? Some people find that charming...

[Some people also find Crowley charming, though the it always baffles him.]

[loistheintrepid.livejournal.com]

Very clumsy type. [She chuckles, folding the newspaper up and tucking it under her arm. She presents her free hand with a smile.]

Well, hopefully I can manage to fit under the charmingly clumsy category, at least with you. Lois Lane.

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley arched a brow, but took her hand and kissed the back of it. Old habits die hard.]

I'm Crowley.

[loistheintrepid.livejournal.com]

[She smirked a little at the hand, amused.]

Classy. Nice to meet you, Crowley.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He stares at her a long moment.]

You know, sometimes I forget that people don't do that too often anymore.

[loistheintrepid.livejournal.com]

They should. It's kind of adorable. [She reclaims her hand, though, and stuffs both hands into the pockets of her ridiculously June Beaver-like 50's dress.] So how long have you been here, Crowley?

[eyesofaserpent]

Adorable...? [He grumbled.]

How long? A couple months, I suppose...