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[A small (less than 2 feet long), caramel brownish snake with an upturned snout and round pupil eyes appears entirely too close to the screen. It scents the air with its tongue, tips its head slightly as if curious. Must be terribly hard for a snake to use a mobile. Even a smart snake such as this one.* No thumbs.]

[Mr. Fell's voice chirps happily, proudly to himself from across the room, vaguely winded:]

There we go! I think that's a marvelous spot, don't you? Your own little nook all to yourself, a nice bit of heat to keep you snug, and I think you'll like the view--prime real estate really, and that painting has such lovely colors, ...

Do snakes see colors? [Fell ponders that a minute.] What are you doing? No, no. That's not yours. First you scare me half to death, and now you act like you own the place--

[As he comes into view and picks up the phone, the little snake refuses to release it, twisting and turning and then abruptly, dramatically playing dead, tongue lolling out of its mouth and all. He pokes and the snake throws itself into another over-dramatic theatrical showing of 'Leave me, I'm dead!' without relinquishing the phone. Fell shakes his head.]

You're an absolute terror. I shan't reward your bad behavior just because you throw a fit.

[The lolled tongue goes 'pffft'. Aziraphale leaves the snake to the phone.] Fine. You keep your ill-gotten gains, you fiend. See if I care.

[The video terminates as the snake finally manages to open the contacts...maybe places a few calls.]

[[* the snake in question is a wizard's familiar.]]

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[ooc: nooo it's dumb]

I haven't. I...hadn't thought of that. Thank you. I went to the library, because that seemed like a logical course of action, of course, but then I ended up talking to this nice young lady and buying cupcakes instead--and as far as research it was all just a wash anyway because all I learned was rubbish about medieval alchemy and demonology and the properties of various herbs and crystals. Even the words didn't seem to be Latin!

[He runs a hand through his fluff of hair in distress.]

Honestly, and I don't envy him his vision at all, but your cousin seems to be the only one with any kind of normalcy in this whole godforsaken mess.

[ OOC: Nooo, its just sleepy ]

No problem. I figure who would know magic better than some one trying to practice it? Now, not a joke store where they sell disappearing penny boxes with the hidden compartment, you have to find one of those spooky occult places.

[ Huh, he did have fluffy hair, didn't he? Too bad the poor guy was so distressed. ]

Alec has only had the one memory... And I'm not so sure that was what I would call 'normal' either. More like nightmare fuel, why have all of these been nightmare fuel?

I don't really like spooky, but I suppose I must.

[Alright, fair. Crowley did have to witness finding a dead body. Still. At least that was not space wars and slavery or dragons and magical trees or magic and Biblical references. So... on second thought, the most normal one was probably the girl who remembered being a rock star.]

At least the crepes-- oh, no wait, there was that part about the Reign of Terror. They're all, as you say, nightmare fuel. Anthony, I don't--

...Have you told Grace anything about it yet?

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[ He nearly winced at the mention of Grace, probably outing himself even before he actually answered in a much softer conspiratorial voice so she wouldn't overhear.]

How can I? She would never understand any of this. I haven't told anyone but Alec. Have you?

No. Who was I to tell? Well, I did sort of start to tell a friend about the whole Bureau business and everything--I don't know what came over me. But she didn't believe me, so that was all for naught.

But Grace is your girlfriend. You love her. Crowley said you had been together for a while, and I don't know if you should be keeping secrets from her. She might begin to suspect something else.

Something else!

[ So much for keeping quiet. Anthony raised his voice in dramatic fashion as that dart hit a little too close to a hidden truth. His feelings had been awfully fond when that memory's dinner date had been offered. ]

That's nothing you need to worry about! Just... look after your snake!

[I am! I'm looking after you, aren't I? and where did that thought come from, please make it go away.]

I am your friend, Anthony. But, yes, if you don't want me to be concerned about you damaging your relationships, fine. I won't.

Have a good evening.

I don't! I can handle my own shit without your input!

[ When it was personal... and difficult... and something even he didn't have a handle on... ]

Good evening! Good luck with your circle.

Well, good luck with your-- with handling your shit!

[ Anthony's lip curled into a partial snarl as he shook his head. What was he to say to that, thanks? He just ended the call to wallow in the guilt of having started the argument in the first place. ]