Ooh, love (there he goes again)

[inlovewithmycar]

WHO: Crowley (inlovewithmycar) & YOU

WHAT: The Bentley has landed.

WHERE: Greenhouse, outside Casa de Gayngel, various

WHEN: Latter half of November, edging into December

WARNINGS: Gratuitous Queen lyrics ahoy. Crowley playing with the forbidden silly putty. Probably some other stuff down the line.

Starters below :3

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[inlovewithmycar]

[Crowley eyeballs the table curiously, but passes no remark (yet). But even this momentary diversion of his attention seems to only increase the volume of the music coming from the car's stereo.

He gives the old girl a reassuring pat on the hood.]

'Course I can understand it. Sss my car.

[fussiest]

[ the volume of the music seems to increase. kaveh observes, fascinated. ]

Do you think it can tell us about the other cars around here? [ because, you know, talking cars might as well be a normal thing. kaveh has a vampire and a ten thousand year old librarian vying for space in his workshop every week, a talking car seems, on the grand scale thing, if not more understandable, then at least more useful. ] The other ones don't have anything inside of them, so I can't for the life of me figure out how they were supposed to move. But I've been told they're very convenient and they can go quickly around the city.

[inlovewithmycar]

What? No, why would it -

[Okay, not the most irrational question, but the Bentley is an extension of Crowley's will. The little bit he lets run naked through the rain, metaphorically speaking. But he's not about to explain the weirdness of him and his car to any passing stranger, thank you.]

The cars here are probably empty for the exact same reason the books and papers haven't got any words in them. S'like props in a play or something. Physical things, but not really real.

[fussiest]

[ kaveh considers this. ]

Well, I suppose that's true enough. Though the shell of the cars are real, and they can be filled.

- sorry, where are my manners? I'm Kaveh - I'm an architect, though I suppose only recently has there been anything that needed building. What should I call you, and what should I call your partner?

[inlovewithmycar]

Crowley. Retired. Nice t'meet you Kaveh. My... erm... partner is -- he's, uh -

[He glances back towards the condo where Aziraphale is catching up on some much needed sleep. Had they put any kind of terminology to the change in their relationship? ...Well. Partner seems reasonably neutral enough for... everything and -]

- Hang on a tic; how'd you know I even have a partner? You're not peeking in stranger's windows are you?

[fussiest]

[ kaveh looks. ]

Um. Well, if I've been peeking through strangers' windows, surely I would've noticed. [ he looks again. wait just a moment, kaveh's brain informs him, i just wanted to inform you that this is going down a very strange direction, and are you sure you're at the steering wheel? no? do you know what you're doing?

to which kaveh only says the thing that's been on his mind because once you've committed to a certain line of thought you just sometimes had to get it out of you before you could do anything else: ] Isn't your partner your... car?

[ THIS MAN AND HIS CAR SEEMED CLOSE????? ]