Log ; Ongoing

[andromedacanrot.livejournal.com]

When; Now-ish [8/15 ; no curse]
Rating; PG-13 at best
Characters; Gil Elliott [andromedacanrot] and A. Crowley [sauntering_down]
Summary; Gil has a lovely dinnertime chat with his would-be murderer.
Log;

Gil hadn’t had a good meal since...

Since...

Since...

Shit.

Gil hadn’t had a good meal in a long, long time.

So he was, if anything, looking forward to the food. Back in his world, they had no money. Moreso, Nnamdi couldn’t steal everything, and it was easier to steal from crap places, anyway.

So any offering of food was good. He sat down at the restaurant Crowley had suggested, readying his chopsticks, and waited for the demon to arrive.

The food made up for the fact that he was going to have to explain the most depressing thing in his life to someone who had tried to kill him.

The most depressing thing in his life...

His life, actually.

Comments

[saunturing-down.livejournal.com]

Now, that---that definitely gave Crowley pause and a frown appeared. His chopsticks flashed out, haulting Gil's in their path. "Woah woah woah, wait a minute." The demon raised an eyebrow at the boy. "Are you saying that you've been sleeping on a park bench ever since you got here?"

[andromedacanrot.livejournal.com]

Gil looked up, blankly.

"Yeah." He sighed, "Unless you think me living in an apartment so my next door neighbors can get brutally murdered."

[saunturing-down.livejournal.com]

Crowley huffed, sitting back again and releasing Gil's chopsticks. "Fine, fine." He raised an eyebrow. "Can't be pleasant, though."

[andromedacanrot.livejournal.com]

“It isn’t, but...” Gil shrugged, “It’s life... or whatever.”

He continued to eat, wondering if he should take some home with him.