A very fashionable sock snake.

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  “Most of them here. They’re very amusing when you don’t take them seriously.” Crawly admitted, closing the book for now. “They’re not exctly high literature though. There’s books on any topic on earth, out there, though. This is just the stuff I sometimes read when I can’t sleep at night.”

“Wots classed as high lite..ure.” he paused stumbling over the word, struggling to get its pronunciation right. Perhaps it wasn’t surprising that Dimitri was illiterate  he hardly seemed to have other interests outside swords, fighting and food though that did not mean by default he was stupid. He was fast learner when it came to hand on hand fighting but seemed to struggle with the rest.

“Books that are well-written? That contain a deeper meaning?” Crawly shrugged. “To be honest, the rules for that are pretty arbitrary. This?” He gestured to the shelf. “Very much not high literature. Those are trashy romance.”

Crawly snickered. "Humans just think like that." He got off the bed, careful not to pull the blankets away from Dim. "Nothing ready, but I could cook something simple." he offerend. He still had a few usable ingrediens laying around the fridge.

“You guys can be friends with angels? You’re allowed an’ stuff?” 

“Haha, no. It was all very hush-hush and under the table.” Crawly waved his hands to convey how hush-hush it had been. “But since I’m not actually in active service right now, it’s fine, I guess.”

“Oh. That’s sweet then! Haha.” Mickey shrugged, looking around. “I wish I had more friends, honest.”

Crawly patted his shoulder with only a hint of awkwardness. "Don't worry, I'm sure we'll become great friends, and you'll like Owl, too." he tried to reassure Micky. "How come you have few human friends, though?" he asked after a short pause.

“How does anyone survive without computer skills in this day an’ age?” Micky asked, musing half to himself and half to Crawly. “Who’s the Owl anyway? Is he cool ‘sides the computer thing?”

“He has an old electric typewriter thing, for his taxes, I think.” Crawly grinned. “Owl’s kind of my best angel buddy from way back. Biblical times. And he’s a nice guy. Brews a mean earl grey.”

“You guys can be friends with angels? You’re allowed an’ stuff?” 

"Haha, no. It was all very hush-hush and under the table." Crawly waved his hands to convey how hush-hush it had been. "But since I'm not actually in active service right now, it's fine, I guess."

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Crawly snorted. Dim’s accent got worse when he was baffled, how cute. “I think it’s meant in a sexual way. Not actual cannibalism. Lips ‘n tongue, not teeth.” He stretched a leg slowly to toe at Dim’s side. “Humans don’t always have perfect grasp of their respective languages.”

He looked a tad uncomfortable with the sudden toe in his side and squirmed slightly. A frown replaced the look of discomfort, it seemed he was slowly coming out of his shell again or at least to Crawly. “Is all books like tha’?” Dimitri had barely read any books and if this was what they brought to the table he was less impressed. “Don’ yer ‘ave any otha books?” 

“Most of them here. They’re very amusing when you don’t take them seriously.” Crawly admitted, closing the book for now. “They’re not exctly high literature though. There’s books on any topic on earth, out there, though. This is just the stuff I sometimes read when I can’t sleep at night.”

“Wots classed as high lite..ure.” he paused stumbling over the word, struggling to get its pronunciation right. Perhaps it wasn’t surprising that Dimitri was illiterate  he hardly seemed to have other interests outside swords, fighting and food though that did not mean by default he was stupid. He was fast learner when it came to hand on hand fighting but seemed to struggle with the rest.

"Books that are well-written? That contain a deeper meaning?" Crawly shrugged. "To be honest, the rules for that are pretty arbitrary. This?" He gestured to the shelf. "Very much not high literature. Those are trashy romance."

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Crawly snorted. Dim’s accent got worse when he was baffled, how cute. “I think it’s meant in a sexual way. Not actual cannibalism. Lips ‘n tongue, not teeth.” He stretched a leg slowly to toe at Dim’s side. “Humans don’t always have perfect grasp of their respective languages.”

He looked a tad uncomfortable with the sudden toe in his side and squirmed slightly. A frown replaced the look of discomfort, it seemed he was slowly coming out of his shell again or at least to Crawly. “Is all books like tha’?” Dimitri had barely read any books and if this was what they brought to the table he was less impressed. “Don’ yer ‘ave any otha books?” 

"Most of them here. They're very amusing when you don't take them seriously." Crawly admitted, closing the book for now. "They're not exctly high literature though. There's books on any topic on earth, out there, though. This is just the stuff I sometimes read when I can't sleep at night."

Micky winced at the crack. “Don’t that hurt? An’ that sounds pretty cool actually. I’d like t’ meet another one, y’know?” 

“Nah, it’s ok.” Crawly rotated his head again, more freely this time. “Just a bit stiff there. Haven’t gotten many neck- or headrubs lately.” he informed Micky cheerfully. “We can hop over to visit later, if you like. He’s got a bookstore. Completely computer illiterate, too.” Crawly, at least, knew how to USE one.

“How does anyone survive without computer skills in this day an’ age?” Micky asked, musing half to himself and half to Crawly. “Who’s the Owl anyway? Is he cool ‘sides the computer thing?”

"He has an old electric typewriter thing, for his taxes, I think." Crawly grinned. "Owl's kind of my best angel buddy from way back. Biblical times. And he's a nice guy. Brews a mean earl grey."

Micky chuckled. “LED doesn’t exactly tan. You guy come in all shapes and sizes and species an’ types then, huh? Demons, I mean. Are angels that way too? I haven’t ever met an angel.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Crawly conceded. He rolled his neck until it cracked audibly, thinking. “Could introduce you to the Owl. He’s pretty ok, for an angel. Won’t rat you out either.” He smirked a little at his own pun.

Micky winced at the crack. “Don’t that hurt? An’ that sounds pretty cool actually. I’d like t’ meet another one, y’know?” 

"Nah, it's ok." Crawly rotated his head again, more freely this time. "Just a bit stiff there. Haven't gotten many neck- or headrubs lately." he informed Micky cheerfully. "We can hop over to visit later, if you like. He's got a bookstore. Completely computer illiterate, too." Crawly, at least, knew how to USE one.

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Crawly snorted inelegantly. “I’m sure I’ll find something appropriately stretchy. He tore off a last strip of tape and fixed it to Dim’s back. “There, all wrapped up!” He went to get Dim a pair of boxer shorts that were merely dark purple, without any pattern, which he threw into Dim’s lap. “Hop back in if you want your bed time story.”

Crawly snorted. Dim's accent got worse when he was baffled, how cute. "I think it's meant in a sexual way. Not actual cannibalism. Lips 'n tongue, not teeth." He stretched a leg slowly to toe at Dim's side. "Humans don't always have perfect grasp of their respective languages."

Micky laughed a bit, yawning in the sun as they walked. “I like the sun when I don’t have work to be doin’, y’know? Screens are harder to read in the sun, so I usually get mosta my light from the glow of a computer screen. You know… you sound kinda cold blooded. Are you like some sorta cold blooded demon or somethin’? Is that possible?”

“I’m a snake. So  yeah, I like warm things and sunshine. Usually nap right through winter.” Crawly told him. He eyed Micky sideways. “You are a little pale. Have not gotten much sun lately, have you?”

Micky chuckled. “LED doesn’t exactly tan. You guy come in all shapes and sizes and species an’ types then, huh? Demons, I mean. Are angels that way too? I haven’t ever met an angel.”

"Yeah, I guess so." Crawly conceded. He rolled his neck until it cracked audibly, thinking. "Could introduce you to the Owl. He's pretty ok, for an angel. Won't rat you out either." He smirked a little at his own pun.

Micky grinned as he did the same with his own, mostly just to fit in with what Crawly was doing. “I’m an indoor man. Give me a bank of humming computers and warm batteries for heat and I’ll be the happiest guy in the world.”

“Running computers are nice to nap on.” Being technologically undereducated, there was not much more Crawly could say to that. “I’m tolerably fond of the outdoors when it’s warm and sunny, though. Nothing better than a sun bath on a roof.”

Micky laughed a bit, yawning in the sun as they walked. “I like the sun when I don’t have work to be doin’, y’know? Screens are harder to read in the sun, so I usually get mosta my light from the glow of a computer screen. You know… you sound kinda cold blooded. Are you like some sorta cold blooded demon or somethin’? Is that possible?”

"I'm a snake. So  yeah, I like warm things and sunshine. Usually nap right through winter." Crawly told him. He eyed Micky sideways. "You are a little pale. Have not gotten much sun lately, have you?"

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Crawly snorted inelegantly. “I’m sure I’ll find something appropriately stretchy. He tore off a last strip of tape and fixed it to Dim’s back. “There, all wrapped up!” He went to get Dim a pair of boxer shorts that were merely dark purple, without any pattern, which he threw into Dim’s lap. “Hop back in if you want your bed time story.”

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dontmakedealswithpeasants:

Crawly snorted inelegantly. "I'm sure I'll find something appropriately stretchy. He tore off a last strip of tape and fixed it to Dim's back. "There, all wrapped up!" He went to get Dim a pair of boxer shorts that were merely dark purple, without any pattern, which he threw into Dim's lap. "Hop back in if you want your bed time story."