@survivedempathy said: They're just coiled up there, tucked under the lamp on Jessica's desk, head buried deep in the coils of the rest of their body. Perfectly content to doze off there, as if the client who has just walked in is NOT staring in terror at the sight of a snake curled up on top of Jessica's desk. There's a little twitch of Crowley's tail, head poking it's way out to peer bright yellow eyes at Jessica innocently, pupils dilating as Crowley tries to make out of the shape of Jessica curiously.
normality dictated solely by the peak of crazy in jessica’s life --------- from mind control to biblical entities, there’s very little space left for shock among the oddities which have slowly but surely taken over her life. the good, the bad, and the snake currently taking residence on top of her desk. it’s whatever.
❝ hey !! eyes up here !! ❞ the annoyed snap of her fingers diverts the maybe-maybe-not client’s eyes away from crowley and towards jessica, the deer in the headlights look on his face making her roll her eyes. it’s hell’s kitchen: there are people running around in animal costumes. she’d think new york would be used to weird shit by now. a broad gesture to the chair in front of her, although she only half-listens to yet another conspiracy about lizard people. it’s gillian’s day off. maybe she should have left malcolm in charge today.
gently, two fingers brush over the snake’s head, following the lithe line of their body until she reaches the first coil. there, she begins the motion backwards, almost mindlessly. shadow watches from the windowsill, although the caution he had regarded crowley, in both snake and humanoid form, is long gone. ❝ dude, ❞ addressing the man shifting uncomfortably in the chair, ❝ lizard people are literally the least of your concerns. do i look like someone who hates snakes ?? crowley here eats idiots like you for breakfast. ❞ && really, the predatory grin that stretches across her lips makes watching him scramble away all the more enjoyable.
