[So when the shouting and yelling started up at first, it was a mild irritation. When it went on for more than five minutes, it became bloody annoying. These walls were so thin, it was impossible to read or pour himself a drink without Crowley's voice cutting through his concentration like a hot knife through butter.
So of course he lets himself into the demon's apartment to complain, a good ten minutes into the shouting and snarling and hissing. The angel hesitates at the bedroom door, though, pondering whether it was any of his business to just pop in on the rather angry demon. Crowley's temper knew no bounds, and he certainly didn't want any of that anger directed at him.
Of course, that's when things go quiet. Way, way too quiet, and the angel begins to worry because oh dear Heavens, what if Crowley killed Johnny in his rage, what if all that was left of the poor vampire was a bloody splotch on the floor or a pile of maggots or a burning carcass or--
He bursts through the door, and starts shouting at the demon.]
Crowley, Crowley you better not have killed him!! You blasted old serpent what has he ever done to yo--
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So of course he lets himself into the demon's apartment to complain, a good ten minutes into the shouting and snarling and hissing. The angel hesitates at the bedroom door, though, pondering whether it was any of his business to just pop in on the rather angry demon. Crowley's temper knew no bounds, and he certainly didn't want any of that anger directed at him.
Of course, that's when things go quiet. Way, way too quiet, and the angel begins to worry because oh dear Heavens, what if Crowley killed Johnny in his rage, what if all that was left of the poor vampire was a bloody splotch on the floor or a pile of maggots or a burning carcass or--
He bursts through the door, and starts shouting at the demon.]
Crowley, Crowley you better not have killed him!! You blasted old serpent what has he ever done to yo--