[video] just enough of a bastard

[temptationaccomplished]

[Fell looks into the camera (he's obviously holding the phone) and takes a sip from the red in his bulbous wine glass.]

Well, this has been the first and absolutely last day of business for the Crowley Cousin Mover Company.

[He turns the camera around and you get a view of his studio apartment, in all its jewel-toned, eclectic vintage charm. If you've been to his flat, or had enough footage from a past video, you'll see he's acquired a new (to him, it's vintage of course), wooden desk. With the plethora of drawers, it looks exceedingly heavy, but it's been placed expertly into his crowded living space.

The Crowley Cousins in question, Alec and Anthony, are both obviously nursing sore muscles. Alec is laying on Aziraphale's vintage leather sofa. Anthony has an ice pack on his foot.]

Oh, I haven't broken you, have I? It's just a desk. Those strapping young men I hired made it look positively easy.

Comments

[phdmotherfucker]

The very first thing we learn is how to take a fall, and there are padded mats. It's not without risk, but it's not scary either.

Oh, I'm not doing a study on that. For one thing, I doubt the Bureau would allow outside research.

So you work with museums and stuff? That's cool. [ That's boring, but she's being nice. ]

[temptationaccomplished]

[Not scary, right. If you say so.]

I'm sure you're right.

I do, and I fully understand that it's not everyone's cup of tea. But I find the work fascinating and it's unfortunately expanded my personal collection a bit beyond what fits into my flat.

Sometimes it's simply tedious, but sometimes it's a bit like playing archeologist, without all that sand and sun. Like touching history.

[phdmotherfucker]

You make it sound poetic.

[temptationaccomplished]

Oh, hardly. Don't flatter me, dear girl.

[phdmotherfucker]

Well, it should be poetic, right? It's the arts, after all.

[temptationaccomplished]

[tickled.] I suppose so, yes.

[phdmotherfucker]

I never really had the eye for art, myself. I come from a long line of people with no taste.

[temptationaccomplished]

[He laughs.] It's something one develops over time. In the same way an athlete might have to work for her skill, understanding what makes some art more appealing than others is a talent one has to learn and hone.

But there's also just "I enjoy this" and that's perfectly valid as well. [He says.
Though he has opinions. And judges. But he also thinks silly, uncool things are very nifty so...]

[phdmotherfucker]

Oh really? Come take a look my family's prized heirloom taxidermy beaver dressed like a ballerina princess, and tell me that's valid.

[temptationaccomplished]

I'm sure it's quaint.

[scotch_egg]

Now you know what to get him for Christmas.

[temptationaccomplished]

You shut your mouth.

[phdmotherfucker]

Oh no, I couldn't possibly give my beaver away to just anyone.

[scotch_egg]

[he thoroughly regrets speaking. Again. Thanks]

[phdmotherfucker]

[ Oh she does like to shut him up. ]

[temptationaccomplished]

[Looks at Anthony to see if he's hearing this exchange, then tries not to laugh at poor Alec's expense.]

[phdmotherfucker]

It's half burned.

[temptationaccomplished]

Dear lord.

[phdmotherfucker]

Nana Frances stabbed Pop with a fork when he tried to sneak it into a garage sale.

[temptationaccomplished]

Your people sound delightful.

[phdmotherfucker]

The Quinzels are sure something, anyway.

[temptationaccomplished]

Quinzel. Now where have I heard that name.

Have we spoken before?

[phdmotherfucker]

I haven't been part of this community for long, only a month, but I supposed we could have chatted on one of the text posts. What's your name?

[temptationaccomplished]

Most just know me as Mr. Fell. I'm afraid my first name is rather a mouthful.

[phdmotherfucker]

My PDF!