"I loved those things," he remarked referring to the klaxon. "Shame it’s all digital now… doesn’t sound the same, so much less annoying."
"Ah-ha, no wonder you like me so much. You’re a fan of the loud and obnoxious."
"Well, alright, but only because you’ll be the star and I’d have to do whut you said anyhow," he said with a laugh.
"See I saw more a movie of the week or maybe a drama."
Crowley sighed. “I’ve definitely had my fill of drama. Maybe we could be one of those action movies with scads of blood and justice. Those are getting oddly homoerotic these days, aren’t they?”
Anna waited until they were about midway under the arbors. “This is a perfect Kodak moment. Smile!” She leaned into him and grinned as she took the picture. “That must have taken a steady hand if they were painted.” Anna was barely listening to the persons voice who was giving the tour but tuned in when she said what the right pair of shoes can do for you. “Amen, sister.”
Staring off at the tiny pumpkin, Crowley wasn’t entirely mentally prepared for Anna’s picture.
Programmed Name: King
Ringtone: Crowley’s voice sing-songing “I’m King-ing here!”
"You better have done that over a drain, love."
"The lack of sanity helps."
"That’s my philosophy." Crowley got Aaron a towel to blood-be-gone, drying his hair off and talking in the low, calm tone of voice associated with people who ask how your day at kindergarten went. "So tell me, what exactly did the mean grocery store man say to you?"
"What do you mean ‘organs’. I think you mean vital ‘organ’." Aaron snorted at his own joke, starting to laugh loudly.
"I’m so sorry- that was really corny but also fantastic!"
Crowley smiled sleepily. “You missed my whole joke — went vroom right over the top of your head.” He kissed Aaron’s neck in a slow, nibbly way, and pulled his discarded robe over himself like a blanket. “This is what they call Twilight Time. Do you know what that is? It’s when the devil’s at half-mast and the night could go either way.”
And Crowley ruins yet another song for you. Forever.
She muffled her laughter with the back of her hand, ashamed of herself for even letting a chuckle get loose. “Oh, that’s cool. I didn’t think I would recognize very many of the castles. That ones from Aladdin. That’s the easy one to figure out though. So, any backstage knowledge about the ride I should know about?”
"Well, w when this place opened, it was supposed to be an around-the-world type ride, but they never built the countries. It was like a tour of a soggy construction site whilst getting sneered at by the circus train." At that, Crowley waved to the passersby on Casey Jr. as they sailed under the lit-up arbors. "Also, you know that lighthouse we passed? That used to be a ticket booth. There are old ticket booths all over Disneyland, you just have to know where to look. You can’t see it in the dark, but the tiny villages have accurate street signs. The Big Bad Wolf’s cave has a mailbox. And there’s a tiny, deserted pumpkin halfway down the bridge from the castle where Cinderella went to the ball."
She grinned at his sudden proximity and snuggling, leaning her head back against him momentarily. He was warm and heavy against her, but it was comforting. A safety blanket that made her happy, no matter where or what they were doing.
"This seems distracting. Another attempt of yours to win?" She asked, encouraging him to keep his arms about her. "Snug my devil? I think I may like this game after all."
Crowley gave Lilith a tug on the earlobe with his teeth, and tapped her ball halfway down the green. “See, this is why you need to focus in the face of cuddles.”
She curtsied playfully, stepping ahead of him. “So when you win, I am to expect something other than delayed gratification. How interesting.” She teased him. He was guaranteed to win this, she suspected. It was her first attempt and human games seemed silly. But she wanted to be here with him, to enjoy herself. It was easier at his side.
"Am I holding this right?" She asked, looking down at the putter.
"Yes, actually. But you get a much better grip with a Devil on at least one side. Allow me…." Crowley set his putter aside and snuggled up behind Lilith, his hands over hers, face nuzzling her neck. Almost as if to help her with her form, but clearly not trying too hard. “The most important part is to snug your Devil in front of as many people as possible — that’s what makes the ball go. But don’t overdo it, or you get those astroturf marks on your knees.”
When the boat started moving her grip lessened but still remained. Their movement into the whale made her grin. “So, which one of us is Pinocchio?” She pointed to twinkling lights along side them and the small village to their right. “Look at that one! It looks like a town I visited in Louisiana.”
"Uh, let’s see… which one of us it the wooden-headed dum-dum who’ll follow anyone with a catchy theme-tune? Sorry, Cas is the only name that springs to mind.."