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[legacydeck]

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[Clow is standing in what looks like a library or study - those who've actually been inside Clow's library will find the scene familiar, although on closer inspection, little details seem to be off - were the bookcases always laid out like that? Where did that strange flowering vine come from? Clow is dressed in his typical Victorian

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He's not quite all there, but then was he ever all here to begin with?

[tempting_angels]

[Crowley saunters into the library, an apple in one hand and several bright red strawberries in an upside down top-hat on his head.]

What a fancy cup you have there. well then is this a private affair?

I've yet to see our darling queen, perhaps you'll tell me where she's been.
I've words for her, and quite a few, if you tell me, I might tell you.

[He give a devilish grin and sweeps his hat off his head, offering Clow a strawberry]

Do you have, perhaps a chair? I'd like to join but there's no where.

[legacydeck]

Ah, of course not~

[Clow passes Crowley the saucer and cup he's holding, and then reaches behind him again, producing another one and filling it]

And would you prefer the red velvet [-an armchair upholstered as such appears to his left-] or the grey leather? [and another one, to the right.

As he waits for Crowley to make up his mind, he reaches out to grab a strawberry]

[tempting_angels]

Velvet and leather? My aren't we fancy for one so clever.

[Crowley takes the cup, placing himself in the grey seat leisurely]

It is a shame more haven't joined your party, they're missing out on some spectacular tea and company.

Do be careful with those strawberries, though, they were roses earlier and the thorns keep trying to grow.

[Crowley pulls one of the strawberries out, watching it burst back into a deep red rose, bristling with thorns]

Such lovely roses the queen grows in her garden, how likely do you suppose I am to get a pardon?

[He gives a low hissing chuckle and drops the rose back into his hat with the strawberries]