Two planets, 135 degrees apart is called a sesquiquadrate
[The journal opens to the sound of a glass of wine being poured. Crowley's ready to give the residents another one of his little observances on all their lives]
So, you all went to the corporate rodent land, I see. And you didn't even...
Crowley! Time to pay up!
[it was Faye, and she didn't knock. Knocking was something that other people did]
[There's a long suffering sigh]
Now? But I've only just got settled. I have a glass of wine and a comment about doing inapropriate things to people in animal suits and everything.
You can annoy people later. Come on.
[she was already dressed up and everything. There would be no way around this without some sort of violence befalling him]
...If I should die horribly, my final wish is for Damian to attend my funeral in a dress. A pink one. [That was dictated straight into the journal, before Crowley resigns himself to his fate and allows Faye to drag him out. Don’t expect him to reply to the journal anytime soon]
So, you all went to the corporate rodent land, I see. And you didn't even...
Crowley! Time to pay up!
[it was Faye, and she didn't knock. Knocking was something that other people did]
[There's a long suffering sigh]
Now? But I've only just got settled. I have a glass of wine and a comment about doing inapropriate things to people in animal suits and everything.
You can annoy people later. Come on.
[she was already dressed up and everything. There would be no way around this without some sort of violence befalling him]
...If I should die horribly, my final wish is for Damian to attend my funeral in a dress. A pink one. [That was dictated straight into the journal, before Crowley resigns himself to his fate and allows Faye to drag him out. Don’t expect him to reply to the journal anytime soon]