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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*In the doorway, Crowley and a small blonde woman appear. She's holding tightly to his hand, but as soon as she's taken a seat in a booth he bows his head slightly, grinning, and heads to the bar. She watches him, chewing her lip thoughtfully*

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[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sunny wanders in.

Sunny studies the woman.

Sunny comes over and looks up curiously.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*she smiles*

Hello, Mug.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Wide eyes. Sunny studies the lady before nibbling on her leg. Wider eyes. "Angel!"

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Ouch, yes, thank you.

*she lifts Sunny and plants her in her lap*

And how are you today?

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sunny stares before deciding that maybe some people like to be women sometimes and who's she to judge, anyway? "Good." And how are you? Curiously pokes at the angel's, er, breasts. She remembers having breasts.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*she flushes dark red and carefully removes Sunny's hands*

Sunny!

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Blank look. What? And are they real? "Buh?"

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*she bends her head closer and looks Sunny directly in the eye*

Don't even try it, Sunshine. I shall set Crowley on you.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Innocent!angelic!face. Sits on her hands and grins. "Suh-nee good!"

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*she kisses Sunny on the forehead*

I doubt it entirely. Just don't cause too much trouble for Tonks and Bernard, and we shall get on famously.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Hurt look. "Good. Love Dora. Love Ber'd." I can be good. I can! I am, even. I don't cause trouble. It just...finds me.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*she laughs*

I'm sure you try, and that's all that can be asked of anyone.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Happier look, as she kisses the angel's cheek. It's only a LITTLE bit sloppy. "Pretty angel."

[aj_crawley]

*he looks back and forth between Sunny and Megan. One baby, two baby green baby, blue baby. Dammit*

[ember_eleven]

And look! There is an elf child watching him from under a table!

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley is unaware. Poor Crowley*

[ember_eleven]

Yes, poor him. And the elf child decides to come out and approach him.

"Hi!"

[aj_crawley]

Oh hell, another one.

[ember_eleven]

Yes, another one. Cause it's torture Crowley night the kids love him.

She peers at him.

"What are those over your eyes?"

[aj_crawley]

*he eyes the new child warily*

Sunglasses.

[ember_eleven]

She blinks.

"Sunglasses? They don't look like the sun."

[aj_crawley]

'S cos they're not the sun.

*helpful, isn't he?*

[ember_eleven]

"Then why are they called 'sun' glasses?"

[aj_crawley]

They're bits of glass that protect your eyes from the sun.

*he speaks slowly, as though to a child. Oh, wait*

[ember_eleven]

She continues to peer at him.

"Is there something wrong with your eyes?"