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In a magical Millitime wherein Crowley is not upstairs in Lilly and Mel's hot tub (hur hur hur), he's in the bar. Likely with tea - or maybe coffee - and probably still going over those Academy plans.

He's probably distractable, though.

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Crowley has been switiching shifts with Aziraphael on Sunny-minding duties for the past week. Therefore, he is unruffled. Or, at least, does not scream and run away.

"No bother - at least yours doesn't bite."

Peter commented, "No, he's past that." Well, Oscar's currently chewing on his fingers, but not that much with the biting. "More just hyper now." He still felt tense around the strange man, who seemed like something else. Something of the not good variety.

Well it's Milliways, so probably true.

He glanced down at Oscar, but the toddler didn't seem troubled. In fact the little boy waved a little with his free hand.

Huh...?

And Oscar certainly didn't like Viggy, so maybe this guy was ok?

"Hey, well, my sympathies. I had to learn the 'no sugar in the evenings' rule the hard way."

Peter nodded, and jiggled the toddler a little. Kid was getting heavier all the time it seemed. Oscar just continued smiling.

"Oh this one doesn't need sugar. This is all on his own."

He then felt compelled to ask, "You're not human, are you?" It was more of a statement than a question.

Well, Milliways. If Crowley was at all fazed by questions like this anymore, he'd be sharpening his axe by now.

"Me? Not so much."

He offers his hand, but thinks the better of it, considering that the other man's are currently full of toddler.

"Crowley. Demon."

Peter's eyes narrowed a little, and nodded, "Yeah, figured as much." He still seemed confused by Oscar's calm reaction.

Then again, his only experience with demons, was with one named Watt, and resulted in his other self's possession. *points to icon*

He snorts a little.

"I didn't think it was that obvious."

Peter just said, "Personal radar." He glanced at Oscar, who was smiling happily at Crowley, and waving again.

"Dealt with one before in my work, but you don't seem like a typical one."

"Well, you get different types - especially with all the different parallel universes, so. I'm probably just not typical according to your version of Earth."

Peter nodded, "Probably. You get ghosts on your world?"

Oscar said happily, "Crow!"

Peter glanced down at Oscar, "And obviously Oscar here seems to like you, so not like the ones I've run into."

"Ghosts? A few, yeah. I don't tend to run into many, though - outside my jurisdiction, mostly."

"Well, it's in my jurisdiction as it were," Peter replied, as he sat down with Oscar comfortably sitting in his lap, and held him securely to keep him from falling. "What is in yours, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Human souls, pretty much. You know, tempting and beguiling them into evil ways, creating chaos and discord, and so on and so forth."

Peter blinked, "Oh. Uh, well, actually we don't need that much tempting. Pretty good with it on our own." Oscar just watched Peter and Crowley with interest.

"You're telling me. You lot've made my job a lot easier than it has ny right to be."

A sip of coffee. Mmm, coffee.

"So what line of work're you in, that you deal with ghosts and demons?"

"Well," Peter covered Oscar's ears, and softly said, "We definitely good at screwing up at times."

He uncovered the toddler's ears again, "I'm a Ghostbuster. We capture ghosts and sometimes gods or demons for our clients."

"Capture?" He raises an eyebrow. "Colour me impressed."

Peter nodded, "Yeah, got state-of-the-art equipment for the job, too. Very effective. No job too big, no fee too big."

"Seems like the right way to be working - you get a lot of business?"

"Yeah, comes and goes at times. Biggest time is when the Underworld gets restless." Peter said as Oscar rested on his shoulder.

"And by the way, the wanton destruction schtick? Getting old. Same with the 'I want to take over the world' routine. Can't your people think of something more creative?"

"Well, what can I say?" He spreads his hands in a shrug. "We're most of us cast from the same die."

"Apple doesn't fall far from the tree either, eh?" Peter added, not knowing how astute he was. He rocked Oscar a bit.

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