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[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Everybody was so serious and angry and honestly, it was freaking Del out a bit, but she was dealing with it as well as she could.

Which, for once, didn't include rocking back and forth in a nearly catatonic state of panic - because Del is nothing if not unpredictable.

Instead, today, she's making a giant web across the lobby. Much like the time map Hiro made in Heroes. But... bigger. And more copmlicated. It also seesms to have an axis that can't really be represnted in three dimensions, so there are bits of string that just skip at random points.]

I don't know how to add the mist... It keeps being too solid...

((ooc: Open open open! Get stuck, be pissed, wonder how she's walking on the ceiling, please have a go with whatever random thing you can think of her doing :D ))

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[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

...Did someone not tell you something important? [He'll place it just....there. Perfect]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Nobody tells me anything important.

[She drops down so she's dangling upside down from a chord, her her head on level with his. And hen she points accusatorily]

You have a girlfriend!

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[He steps back a moment, still in that state of confusion he's often in around her. Before pausing]

Oh...yeah. Her.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[She's... not actually angry at him. But she's scared and upset and kinda wants to cry but really doesn't want to cry so now she's manic and angry... Poor Snakey.]

Lucky she's not mean.

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Crowley snorts in amusement, before catching himself, reaching over to awkwardly pat Del on the head]

Okay, we can both believe that if you like.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

She's only brusque.

[Her hair shortens to soft lime green fuzz, and she has a moment of odd stillness before a burst of energy sends to scampering back up into building.]

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[That gets a chuckle] That's one way of describing her, sure.

So, who told you about her?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[An angry noise, and a thread gets hurled into place poutily]

Nobody!

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

...Ah. You found out by yourself, then?

[Awkward pause] To be fair, we weren't telling anyone about it.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[She shoves a little sword through an intersection]

But... family!

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Yes, well, remember that 'not mean' thing? Well, it was Faye's choice, not mine.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Still gonna be pouty up here, but she goes to hide in a farther up corner.]

It's not fair...

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Well, you know now, right? That has to be worth something.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Knowing in't being told.

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

How about I promise to tell you in the future? And I'm a demon of my word, remember.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[A disbelieving snort]

You never tell me.

[But she tugs on his thread lightly, and the web jingles up with his relationships.]

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[He looks up at her masterpiece and sighs]

Look, it's not always my choice to tell people. For some reason, they like to keep their relationship with me in the dark.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

I don't like them

[Whispered from the rafters.]

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Yes, well, sometimes I don't either. That's just how it works.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

That's a stupid way to work...

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Welcome to the world of my love life.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[She slinks down to his side, and gives him a hug, shivering]

I think I'm melting...

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[There's a moment of horror, before he awkwardly hugs her back]

Uh...I'm sure it'll get better?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Poor Snakey. She slips away before he pulls something trying to be nice.]

Maybe not.

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Very wise move indeed]

Come on, you of all people can find a little optimism, right?