[Despite everything he'd done this year, Anderson finds the gifts he'd asked for in his stocking when he returns from Christmas celebrations at the orphanage. It's simply a few photographs of Yumie, Heinkel and Maxwell through various stages of their lives, some from a Polaroid and some digital. Among them he finds other, unfamiliar scenes featuring a white-clad man and one dressed in black- the latter of which he's quick to identify as Crowley, and he has to laugh a little at the pantaloons. Definitely a far cry from his current choice of outfit.
Courtesy of the D/S profile, it doesn't take him long to find Crowley's number, and he sends him a message while seated at his kitchen counter in a Christmas sweater one of his co-workers had gifted him. After the way they'd parted, it's a little awkward to contact him, but without an address, he hasn't much choice. He's certainly not going to keep the photos.]
I've received something of yours, I think. Unless the powers behind this event are playing a prank.
[He turns the camera on the photos, which he's neatly arranged into a square.]
Either way, I expect you'll want these.
[Even if it does look like a stalker took them. He wants to ask why, and he wants to ask who exactly the white-clad man is (the angel in his court, perhaps?), but he restrains himself.]
video; un: father anderson; forward-dated to the 25th
Courtesy of the D/S profile, it doesn't take him long to find Crowley's number, and he sends him a message while seated at his kitchen counter in a Christmas sweater one of his co-workers had gifted him. After the way they'd parted, it's a little awkward to contact him, but without an address, he hasn't much choice. He's certainly not going to keep the photos.]
I've received something of yours, I think. Unless the powers behind this event are playing a prank.
[He turns the camera on the photos, which he's neatly arranged into a square.]
Either way, I expect you'll want these.
[Even if it does look like a stalker took them. He wants to ask why, and he wants to ask who exactly the white-clad man is (the angel in his court, perhaps?), but he restrains himself.]