Crowley thinks Valentine's Day is a crock of shit, but maybe that's just the sentimentality in him shriveling up even more. It's such a new holiday and while he can't begrudge the greeting card companies for wanting to get theirs, but that doesn't mean he has to enjoy it.
Leave it to Lilith to find fascination in something so horribly mundane, but then Crowley's hardly ever in a position to not indulge her.
He pretends to shrug off the idea of celebrating, saying that he has too much work to do, but that's only so that he can get to a pet store.
By the time Lilith comes back to the home they're currently borrowing, there's a small box making soft barking sounds on the floor near the fireplace and a young man in an apron that says Puppy Paradise.
"It seems the store was having a two-for-one deal." He smirks.
"Darling!" She can't decide which to go for first.
Crowley supposes that this is the meaning of Valentine's Day. Who doesn't like a little pug and a little blood?
For Rachel
Leave it to Lilith to find fascination in something so horribly mundane, but then Crowley's hardly ever in a position to not indulge her.
He pretends to shrug off the idea of celebrating, saying that he has too much work to do, but that's only so that he can get to a pet store.
By the time Lilith comes back to the home they're currently borrowing, there's a small box making soft barking sounds on the floor near the fireplace and a young man in an apron that says Puppy Paradise.
"It seems the store was having a two-for-one deal." He smirks.
"Darling!" She can't decide which to go for first.
Crowley supposes that this is the meaning of Valentine's Day. Who doesn't like a little pug and a little blood?