[ There's a kitchen island with a few seats, so once they each have one cup, he takes a seat. Before he answers Crowley, he leans in, eyes closed, and breathes in the scent of the chocolate with a content humming sound.
Nothing quite like something delicious to improve his mood.
He straightens with a smile that's so pleasant one might almost think it's fake, but it really isn't. He's very happy. ]
I haven't been around?
[ He could say the same, but he'd simply assumed that, before Crowley arrived here, they'd been meeting frequently as usual. ]
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Nothing quite like something delicious to improve his mood.
He straightens with a smile that's so pleasant one might almost think it's fake, but it really isn't. He's very happy. ]
I haven't been around?
[ He could say the same, but he'd simply assumed that, before Crowley arrived here, they'd been meeting frequently as usual. ]