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Crowley nodded, arranging his tails yet again, getting more comfrotable. "I like to think so, at any rate. Seeing as he's an angel of the highest order, and I'm a pretty low-ranking demon- though I did get to deliver the anti-Christ, mind you- I think if we can keep this... friendship going for six thousand years, I think we can keep it going for a little while longer."

Spidey returned the hug with a smile, listening to ... well, the story of her life. It was nice to finally talk with another kitsu and catch up on old times! There were just so many new people to meet here! "That's great! I'd love to hear some of your new stuff sometime." Spidey blinked and stuttered a bit, glancing up at his strange wings. "Uh-whu... why yes... More like a mini-parachute but yes, aren't they nifty?" A toothy grin cracked his face in two as he flapped them a bit, just a leading edge tine with some feathers and a webbed sail beneath. He showed a wing to her. "I can't really use them to fly as you can see... but they're a great conversational piece. I'm considering getting them stuffed and arranged into a center piece for my dining room table. What do you think?"

He took a breath, more to calm himself than to fulfill some requirement concerning oxygen. The light dancing across the darkly pooling waters of the lake was like a siren's call, and it made a tightness appear in his phantom gut and sicken what remained of his system. The waters would only destroy his tangible form - a body that was easily recovered - but the pain... it was all he could remember in moments of silence. Searing, screaming agony that had shattered him, licking across bared muscles and unhinging his mouth to silence his cries.

Collista's voice overpowered the sensation for a moment, long enough for Raziel to draw his rapt gaze away from the inward spiral and back out to where the danger was less present. "Because I am destroyed in ways that are more easily seen then they are heard or sensed." His voice was like a serpent, writhing with inner upset that seemed to spell an inevitable ending. "They view me as grim example of what it means to die only to be thrown back together and reanimated, stripped of will and forced into purpose. They are as afraid as they are disgusted.. and their loathing is not unwarranted: I would sooner see them in my place, miserable and hated, so that I could take the rapture of their existence from them."

He sank down into the base of the tree, unconsciously nearer to her as he turned his face upwards, eyes narrowed to slits and drinking in the moonlight. The wraith's voice was quieter and held a note of sweetness, like a rot that had settled deep in his soulless form. "It is only natural to hate something terrible, Collista. You would find the same terror in your heart, could you see me for what I am."

"oh okay. Well I can make you anything you want. Well that we have the stuff to make it with." He smiled. "Anything you want Ichijo?" Altair flicked his tails. Nothing really came to his mind for food. He wondered what haruhi and Ichijo normaly ate.

Crowley arched an eyebrow, settling into talking with someone who wasn't Aziraphale. "Mokona?" he asked, tilting his head to one side, looking interested.

Her tails flickered in delight for a moment, thinking of all the luxurious goods she could have. Otoro sushi, perhaps? Maybe even fugu sushi? Haruhi's mind wandered for a bit, thinking of all the delights in the world that she could try out. Delicacies of all kinds that she's never so much as seen came to mind. Her average family income could not afford such fancy foods, most she's never even seen before.

The kitsu's eyes sparkled with delight at the though, a paw placed on the corner of her mouth as to stop the drool from rushing out like a water-fall. These dreams, however seemed too unrealistic. She couldn't believe that such a common place would carry such delicacies, especially enough that everyone could have a share at. It was probably best not to ask for those delicacies, yet her mind refused to let her take any food lesser in comparison to fugu or Otoro .

She hesitated at first, but managed to firmly said out loud her choice of food, "Otoro sushi," she said firmly and courageously.

"Okay Otoro sushi it is." The kistu nodded. "i'll be right back." He got up and went to the frige and got everything he needed to make it. After 10 minutes he was back with three bowls of sushi. He pushed one with his front paws and had another one beinging pulled by his tail and the last one was being held by his front paws. "Here ya go Haruhi, Ichijo. Hope yall like it!" he put haruhi's bowl infront of her and the same with Ichijo and himself. "I can make you something esle if you want Ichijo." He picked up his sushi and began to eat it. They each had 4 piece's of sushi.