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[itsjustafruit]

[Crowley doesn't catch on to what's happening at first. You'd be surprised how much of his day involves not being demon-y at all. He gets up in the morning, puts on his sunglasses and his clothes, combs his hair, threatens his plants, and heads out to terrorize his favorite barista.

Even that goes just as he expects right up to the moment when he reaches into his pocket for some coins to pay for his drink and none appear.

Standing in line with no way to pay for his drink, his favorite barista wastes no time in kicking him out onto the street sans miracles, money, or recourse.

It isn't until he lowers his sunglasses to look at himself in the coffee shop's window that he sees normal human eyes looking back at him.]

Shit.

[ooc: Crowley's been average Joe'd. Feel free to harass the hell out of him as he hurries home.]

Comments

[justamessenger]

[Just your luck that Dulcie is getting some sugary chocolate confection with extra whipped cream at the same time. She is sipping on it casually and peering at him over the top of her sunglasses.]

Hey there, handsome. How's it shaking?

[itsjustafruit]

[Tch, she should have bought him his drink. Bloody useless angels.]

Like a festive jelly. You know, the kind great-aunts fill with mandarin slices and coconut.

[justamessenger]

[But watching him get kicked out was so much funnier.]

Sounds yummy.

So the whole thing with the not being able to pay? Just changed your mind about the coffee?

[itsjustafruit]

[He's really doubting her credentials.]

You would think that.

Having a bit of a thing. [Waving his hand breezily to cover his consternation.] I'll just make some at home.

[justamessenger]

[She'd offer to give references but they might be hard to contact.]

A city thing?

[itsjustafruit]

[He's pretty sure he wouldn't want to meet them anyway.]

One of those. It will pass. [It had better pass. This is much worse than just switching apparent gender for a day. Ugh, human.]

[justamessenger]

The lower tolerance level is pretty fun. But the getting hungry feels really weird.

[itsjustafruit]

I've always liked gluttony. I can work with that. [The not being able to get undrunk at will would be more problematic, though.]

[justamessenger]

Just don't make yourself sick.

[steleheart]

[ Clary has a heart of gold, so she pays for the man's coffee when she orders her own and hurries out to catch up with him. ]

Excuse me, this is yours.

[itsjustafruit]

[Augh, how... sweet. He takes the coffee because this day may actually require caffeine.]

Aren't you just a good Samaritan?

[steleheart]

Not really, but I figure everyone needs coffee.

[itsjustafruit]

You don't know the half of it.

[Time to remember to be charming. He can do that.]

Thanks. I'm called Crowley.

[steleheart]

Clary.

[ Beaming. Then remembering his surprise at being thrown out. ] You haven't been mugged, have you? We could go to the station.

[mr_phale]

[Your favourite angel, meanwhile, is sitting at home with a cup of tea, blissfully unaware that anything's gone wrong as he pages through a ridiculously old book. As one does, on a Sunday morning. Day of rest and all that.]

[itsjustafruit]

Aziraphale! Aziraphale!

[By this time who knows what horrors have befallen him out in the wide world. Crowley looks disheveled and put out when he hurries in, likely with Dulcie still dogging his heels.]

[mr_phale]

Oh!

[Are we being set upon by the hounds of Hell, Crowley? Because that is going to ruin this vacation. He jumps up, nearly upsetting the tea and certainly upsetting himself.]

What's wrong?

[itsjustafruit]

It's horrible!

[He has a wrinkle in his trousers, his shoes are scuffed, he couldn't complete his morning barista harassment. This is hell!]

[mr_phale]

[Really, now, Aziraphale has always found a few carefully-placed wrinkles very effective in reassuring people. But, of course, as far as fashion goes they rarely see eye to eye.]

What's happened?

[itsjustafruit]

[Nor will they as long as Aziraphale remains convinced that the 1950s were a perfect time to capture in amber and relive in fashion over and over.]

I'm human.

[mr_phale]

[Sooner or later the 1950s are bound to become fashionable again, and then who'll have the upper hand? He squints a bit to peer at his flatemate. Well, so he is.]

Oh, dear, that must be a bit of a shock.

[itsjustafruit]

[Still Crowley. As long as he isn't stuck in this miserable condition.]

It's dreadful. It's ruined my whole day.

[berthierite]

[Just who you wanted to see, right, Crowley?]

How dour he looks.

[itsjustafruit]

[It could be worse. It could be Hatter, or so he tells himself as he plasters on a bright smile for Bertie.]

How sweet she smiles. Where have you been hiding?

[berthierite]

Hiding? Hardly.

[Just building some golems in my secret lair, nbd.]