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Way too dirty, I don't wanna ruin my clothes.

I'll put you in a nice box.

A cardboard box isn't nice.

I don’t care.

I’m serious. Cut it out. You don’t know what tricks I have up my sleeve here. Leave other people out of it.

Scawwy.

I could find out by cutting it off, y’know? And it’s not exactly my fault if people want to lend a helping hand.
It’s not like I’ll kill any of them either so you can calm down at least a little.

You know why I don't want you doing this, even if you don't kill them. It's not right. No one wants to feel like prey.

I already told you how hypocritical that all is, so I'll save you from that whole song and dance.
But I'm also getting sick of it.

Where are you?

[ turn on your location ]

Why?

To talk.

Be honest,
are you going to stab me?

Not if we can talk things out. Why, you scared?

I just wanna make sure if I'll need to mend my clothes today.

I'm at the library.
Don't bring any of your sidekicks.

[God I have no idea if this will be before or after Dex demands to see him in person but EVENTUALLY, HE SHOWS UP AT THE LIBRARY!!

Alone, as (silently) agreed to. He steps inside quietly, one hand resting over his sword comfortably as he scans the room. Where you at, troublemaker.]

[ did they....... y'know........

Crowley's seated at a table, legs resting crossed on top as he leans back in his chair. The appearance of Guren earns a grin, tilting his head to one side. ]

That was fast, did you run all the way here?

[NO!!!! Not today.

Guren walks over to the desk, frowning just at the sight of him. What a cocky pose.]

Shut up already. [He places a hand on the desk, once he's close enough, leaning in.]

Stop screwing around. There's no other reason you'd make a post like that, so what gives? We're supposed to be working together.

[ He's really one to talk about cocky poses. ]

You can't put your trust in me even for a second? Look. [ He directs Guren's attention to a closed book, extending an arm to grab it from the table and opening it to a certain page. Around the many typed passages is his handwriting -- there's a list of names and blood types, and Guren's and his own are included. ]

If I wanted to go against our deal I wouldn't make it public... but you can't expect me to say no to anyone who offers.

[Only he is allowed to make cocky poses. Also, leave his delicious A turned O blood off the list???]

Yes, I can. Say no, and stop encouraging them to volunteer in the first place.

[He's going to reach to try and snatch that closed book. Let him see!! What is this nonsense.]

I thought you weren't supposed to feel anything, so why are you always looking to start trouble?

[ He's not going to pull away, so once Guren is within reach he can take the book away from Crowley -- whose lips are graced with an almost whimsical smile. ]

Can you name the last time I started trouble? And you can't mention the whole thing with Dex because that was honestly your fault~

It wasn't. If you're hungry, ask for it.

[He's moody, as always. And he's flipping through this book. Are these blood types the only thing worth noting in here??]

Is that what this is? [Do u want a nibble, crowley]

[ He probably has a puppy drawn that's labeled "Okuni" and a grumpy looking cat labeled "Guren"... but details. ]

I'm not hungry. [ He shakes his head. ] But, like I've told several others, it'd be rude of me if I rejected such a kind offer. I'm the one depending on you all, right? Then I should take all of this with open arms.

[IRRITATING... He shuts the book and slaps it back down on the desk, coming around the edge of it to actually stand next to Crowley.]

I'm telling you, you can and will reject the offers from anyone but me. [Bossy! As always.]

What do I have to do to get that through your thick skull?

[It's padded with tough words, but he's sure Crowley knows what he's really doing here. It's basically pleading. If he has to adjust their deal, then so be it!!]

Absolutely nothing. [ Guren's desperate and completely honest when he doesn't want to be, which is Crowley is all too familiar with -- and hates it. ]

Aren't you tired? [ Tilting his head to one side and quirking a brow, Crowley releases a small, irritated sigh before he pulls his legs off of the table and stands up. Staring down at Guren. ] You're gonna end up falling apart if you keep this up, you realize that? Sooner or later you're not going to be able to keep everything in place... and when that happens, you know exactly what I'll do.

[Guren stands straighter as Crowley rises to try and make up for it, but he's still so small in comparison. So, he just settles with his fierce stare up at him, angry and irritated and not wanting to hear any of what he has to say.]

Nothing is falling apart. I'm perfectly in control of everything. You can hope you'll get to watch me crash all you want, but it's not going to happen.

[ He hates it.

The look on his face, the confidence in his voice, the undying resolve he has about him that shows in every fiber of his being -- it's a reflection of something Crowley thought he had buried a long time ago. Hollowed out, there's no reason for him to feel the way he does, but the similarities forces the vampire to remember.

And he hates the memories that Guren drags out of him; each time with that righteousness of his. ]

Really?

[ ugh you really had to go and say it like that

Crowley brings up a hand, quick and aggressive, fingers grasp Guren by his neck and effortlessly lifting him off his feet before shoving him against a nearby shelf. ]

So even right now, are you in control?

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