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[demonicmiracle]

Hey, it's Anthony Crowley. You know what to do, do it with style.

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[lovingvambrace]

Yes, supposedly from a friend of mine from my world, which was doubly odd, because I'm fairly sure she doesn't drive.

[He hums thoughtfully.]

They are useful. And I imagine Blade would like it. I'd have to keep the keys away from him, or he'd surely try to drive, himself.

[demonicmiracle]

Lucky bastard.

[Not that Crowley particularly wants a truck, but that's hardly the point.

Once they're inside, he drops down into a table a little out of the way, just in case Cullen at some point decides they're going to try to talk about feelings.]

I could teach you, if you'd like? Could teach Blade, too, not sure if he's got the dexterity for it, but it'd be good for a laugh.

[lovingvambrace]

[Cullen settles in and relaxes, waiting for the server to bring the menus.]

Do not teach my dog how to drive. It would end in tears.

[As for the offer of himself, he gives it more genuine thought.]

Perhaps I have been afraid long enough. It would make getting around the city faster. Is there anything I could do for you in return? This is more complex than a normal favor.

[demonicmiracle]

That's the point.

[As long as they're not his tears, it's perfectly fine.]

Nah, not sure there's much I really need, you know? [It's the more polite way of saying he's not sure if there's anything that Cullen can offer him.] Could just call it an IOU, if you want, but it might not be wise to owe a demon a favour.

[A joke, mostly. He likes Cullen, he wouldn't call on him for something awful.]

[lovingvambrace]

Yes, that is the point. He'd hurt himself, and I'd cry.

[He arches a brow. Is he joking?]

I can call it an IOU.

[Which...says something, all things considered. He's not at all averse to the distraction of the arrival of the menu.]

[demonicmiracle]

Ah well, suppose I'd be a bit of a bastard if I let him hurt himself.

[He might not be an animal person but like, they did nothing wrong. Aside from horses. Horses did everything wrong.]

Got yourself a deal, then. It'll give me something to do, and I'm sure it'll be a right lark.

[He's a terrible friend.]