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[demonicmiracle]

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

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[demonicmiracle]

I'd have thought you'd be the type to want to go out in a blaze of glory.

[From what he's observed so far, Archer has the ego and self-destructive streak to be exactly that sort of man.]

Half that bad luck wouldn't be your fault, would it?

[Just saying.]

[undiagnosed]

[he doesn't answer that; archer's relationship with his mortality and how much he gives a shit about it is far too complicated.]

Heh. He said it was all my fault, huh? Yeah, they sure do like blaming things on me.

[because most of the time they are his fault]

[demonicmiracle]

[The lack of answer says plenty, really.]

Nah, was a lucky guess, you just seem the sort to make everyone else's life difficult.

[Harsh but perhaps fair, since Crowley is... also that sort of person, though with more intent. It's part of being a demon.]

[undiagnosed]

Ha, [he barks, humourlessly before he takes another couple deep drinks when it's delivered. as much as archer likes to pretend everything flows off him like water off a duck, he does sometimes find his thoughts floating back to everyone outright saying they were happier when he was in his coma.] more like more awesome. Those idiots wouldn't even be alive if it wasn't for me.

[demonicmiracle]

[He wonders if he's struck a nerve, but doesn't particularly care either way if he did.]

I'm sure they're terribly appreciative of your efforts.

[Just — very dry, there.]