A faintly conspiratorial gleam in his eyes, he leans back to check the door again (unnecessary, but old paranoia dies hard) before ducking below the line of sight of the screen. There's a rich wooden sound; a drawer sliding open.
When Crowley sits back up, he's holding, palms upturned proudly, a long, skinny length of black metal. With a curved end.
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Date: 2006-04-01 05:26 am (UTC)A faintly conspiratorial gleam in his eyes, he leans back to check the door again (unnecessary, but old paranoia dies hard) before ducking below the line of sight of the screen. There's a rich wooden sound; a drawer sliding open.
When Crowley sits back up, he's holding, palms upturned proudly, a long, skinny length of black metal. With a curved end.