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[There's a few bobby pins stuck in his hair, hidden in all that mass. Mostly it's just very silky and long.]

I wonder if you do get embarrassed. It'll be fun to learn about you.

Is it time to hand me over?

[He snags those bobby pins, careful and thorough.]

Mmhm. This is goodbye, for now.

[And then his demeanor becomes entirely professional as his colleagues come bursting in the door.]

[Felid just lays on the floor, sprawled and watching Crowley until he's handed over, dragged up and hustled out of sight. He doesn't fight at all, after he's slight and what could he possibly do? Crowley probably knows that's deceptive.]

[Crowley knows way better, but he's also busy returning the knife and doing paperwork. He doesn't care what happens with Felid, once it's officially out of his hands. And very soon it is.]

[They never even get Felid to the any authority for booking, he escapes in transit despite the high security that took him from Crowley.]

[It's a month before he can contact Crowley though, which just annoys him. But he has to shake the feds and the police, send them on another trail than track Crowley's routine and make sure he won't be rudely interrupted when he does surprise Crowley on his way back from work, just sitting in his car in a nice black coat and outfit, gloves on, flipping through an art magazine.]

[Crowley doesn't betray anything with his body language, getting into his car at the end of his shift and leaving the same way he always does without a word.

They pull into a little parking lot for a mom and pop cafe in town before he finally turns to look at Felid.]

You totally stalked me.

I didn't show up at your home or send any threatening emails or creepy facebook messages. At worst I'd say I paid unusual scrutiny to your routine in a perhaps unnerving manner. But I assure you my intentions are pure. You did promise coffee.

[He closes his magazine and smiles. He totally stalked him.]

Your intentions are anything but pure. Stalker.

I did promise coffee, though, which is why we're here.

I was as professional as any planned heist I assure you. Nothing so base as casual stalking.

[He tucks the magazine into the glove compartment.]

Shall we?

Methodical stalking is still stalking.

[sighs and opens his car door.]

Lets.

[He waits for Crowley to get out first before exiting himself.]

Should I have sent an invitation instead?

I would have taken it.

[he shrugs, leading Felid into the cafe.]

But I missed your face.

[He's shameless, following Crowley closely, perfectly happy to stand near him.]

Usually people resolve that by meeting up in normal ways, not showing up in a guy's car.

[The elderly woman behind the counter double takes at Crowley, then breaks out into a smile.]

"Eusford! You're back!"

[He doesn't interrupt the woman to reply, instead giving her a friendly wave as she greets Crowley, all interest.]

"And you've brought a friend! How unusual!"

[Crowley makes a bit of a face at that, and the woman laughs.]

"You can't say it isn't true, dear. Your usual booth is open, so don't you worry."

Thanks, Mary. It's nice to see you again too.

[gonna lead Felid to the corner by the front windows.]

Oh come now, you don't bring people to this lovely place?

[He sits across from Crowley, amused and watching him with open curiosity.]

I don't take people places. It's nothing against this one.

Now why not? You must be popular. A handsome veteran with your build? I'm surprised you aren't fighting people off with a stick.

I live a pretty private life. At least, until I gained a stalker.

We could go back to meeting only professionally if you insist.

I'll pass, thanks.

Stalking it is, then.

[He leans on his elbows, towards Crowley.]

What do you usually get when you're here all alone?

[has a distinct feeling he's holding his ground.]

They make pretty good chicken alfredo. The sandwiches are delicious, too.

Crowley~ This is taking me out to eat, not just coffee.

[Just pointing that out there.]