Ok, But Why Are They Halfway Across The Country From Each Other?

*heavy sigh*.

OK, how can I help?

ABIGAIL WHAT THE FUCKING HELL HAPPENED TO DAD

I DON'T KNOW, OKAY? THE BOOKSHOP BLEW UP, WE'RE WORKING ON IT!

The boy nods and mumbles something that sounds like “I missed you” into the wings. He hasn’t let go yet. He probably won’t for a while.

*tackle hugs from behind then buries face in Crowley’s wings*

Wh—?! Oh, it’s you! Hello little lad.

He nods. “That sounds good.” He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, trying to think of something and bitting his lip when he finally settled on a memory. He takes another breath and holds his hand out, like he’s reaching for something, and tries to pull. He still has his eyes closed, but he can feel something coming.

*tackle hugs from behind then buries face in Crowley’s wings*

Wh—?! Oh, it’s you! Hello little lad.

*Warlock’s smile changes to one of simple happiness as he melts into the hug*. Thanks, Mom. I…Really, thank you for everything.

Ok, everyone please quit picking in Mom. He’s a very scary demon with the reputation to prove it.

We’ve been over this: I’m not your mother, she just paid me to take care of you because she’s…a busy woman.

*He hesitates* You didn’t come back after that…was Dad mad about it?

@warlocknottheantichristdowling look what I found! It was in the boot of my car!

Ahh, the fake child! Hello, Warlock. I'm your not-father.

Warlock looks warily at Lucifer, crossing his arms. “Hi… Can I ask what you’re doing here?”

He pauses

“And don’t you mean WRONG child? Not fake. It was an accident.”

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He took a deep breath, thinking. Crowley had said it wasn’t a problem if he could learn control. “I guess just figure out how not to break stuff…and how to do stuff without being upset?”

*tackle hugs from behind then buries face in Crowley’s wings*

Wh—?! Oh, it’s you! Hello little lad.

Please don’t

The difficulty of not biting anyone who gets within 10 feet of Aziraphale right now is immense…

He follows Lucifer inside and his eyes light up when the couch is offered.  "Couch sounds good.  I guess I should introduce myself, though.  Warlock Do-erm, Crowley...sorry, I just got my name changed."  He extends a hand around the pile of take-out in his arms, looking around the room.  

He'd been drawn to the place by what he called his problem-dreams, not a full 'vision', just flashes of objects, buildings, and his host's face.  Which meant he had to let things play out without knowing what he was getting into.

"Nice apartment...sorry you had bad houseguests,"  he says, a bit distracted by trying to remember what exactly he'd seen in his sleep.

Hello

He looked her up and down. " I'm guessing your another one? Peachy? What are you going to do now? Bring animals into my penthouse? Destroy the place? Make me sign a paper against my will? What's next? " He scoffed, sipping on his bourbon.