[This is Crowley's first experience with this whole dreaming nonsense, but he's had the concept explained in decent enough detail, so while he doesn't like it all that much, he's not too worried. Just got to get through it until whenever his body decides to wake up. Should only be a few hours, really.
The last thing he's expecting to see is the Antichrist and his literal Hellhound, sitting on a bench eating candy floss. Crowley stops a small distance away, winces, considers just backing off and leaving this whole mess for someone else to deal with. Hell makes him nervous. Adam scares him. But —
Maybe he owes the kid, for the whole business with trying to get Aziraphale to shoot him.
With a sigh, Crowley starts walking again, coming over to unceremoniously sit down on the bench beside Adam.]
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The last thing he's expecting to see is the Antichrist and his literal Hellhound, sitting on a bench eating candy floss. Crowley stops a small distance away, winces, considers just backing off and leaving this whole mess for someone else to deal with. Hell makes him nervous. Adam scares him. But —
Maybe he owes the kid, for the whole business with trying to get Aziraphale to shoot him.
With a sigh, Crowley starts walking again, coming over to unceremoniously sit down on the bench beside Adam.]
Alright, kid?