005 ☀ audio ☀ highway to hell

[tumbleweeds]

For anyone who might care one way or another, Crowley's gone. Your bra straps are safe, or whatever.

[ From the tone of her voice, it sounds like she expects most people to be pleased about this and that she's not exactly pleased about it herself. ]

I'm not going to be giving advice in his place, so sorry to anyone who might have been lo- fuck!

[ There's a loud noise, the sound of Jaye hitting the ground with a rather unceremonious "THUD". ]

What the fuck did I just--

[ And then the feed cuts. ]

((ooc: Don't worry, she just tripped over the hellhound Crowley left behind. She'll still be replying!))

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[maleit]

[ Oops, let's not piss her off, then. Lest he get mauled and she get cut to pieces - he's fairly confident he could take her on, but then again he isn't really looking to. ]

[ The sulfur mention makes his eyes narrow; the mention of conversations even more. His voice gets a bit defensive, demanding. ] Did he ever mention cases he had? Names. Like "Yoite", is one.

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[tumbleweeds]

That you? [ She scratches the hound on the head with one hand, the other moving to tuck her hair behind an ear. ]

But no. Not that I can remember. [ Honestly, she isn't thinking too hard about it at the moment. ]

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[maleit]

[ Yoite thinks of not answering, but instead all that comes out is a quiet little, ] Sometimes.

[ He shakes his head and eyes her carefully. ] How do I know you're telling the truth?

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[tumbleweeds]

You don't.

[ Her hand falls, back onto the hound. ]

But I am. If Crowley comes back, if he remembers being here... well, I'm not going to risk pissing him off in the meantime.

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[maleit]

[ That's right, people do come back. It's a thought that hasn't quite occurred to him just yet, and he sucks his bottom lip in, thoughtfully. ]

What do you think happens when he's gone? [ A beat. ] To his "clients".

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[tumbleweeds]

Well, it's not like he can collect on the deal. But I've still got the stuff he gave me, so maybe whatever his clients got in return gets to stick around.

[ She shrugs. ]

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[maleit]

Oh. [ He says, a little disappointed. Whatever he was getting, seems like he hadn't gotten it yet. Kind of hard for Crowley to pay out when he's not here, though, right? ]

[ So a little frustrated, ] He didn't leave- leave a note, or anything?

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[tumbleweeds]

Nope. Didn't even leave any Scotch.

[ That bastard. ]

Just the hound, as far as I've seen -- not that I saw him, either. [ Well, and a tie that she recognizes and is probably going to take herself. ]