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| Israel Crowley | John Crowley | Joel Marsetti | Joey Romolo | Elena Romolo | Jill Marsetti | Daniella Crowley |
Israel: Hug his daddy.
John: Hugs Israel.
Israel: Scratch his chin hair.
John: Aww… Hug.
Joel: Awaken from his slumber and get to the door to open.
Joey: Hey, Gramps.
Joel: I don't want any girl scout cookies.
Joey: Uh… wha'?
Joel: Laughs. Come in, Joey.
Joey: What's a girl scout cookie? Come in.
Joel: A cookie that girls who are scouts sell.
Joey: Huh… Sorry to drop in unexpectedly. Got an invitation to that coronation thingie.
Joel: Really? Blinks.
Joey: Yup. Are you going?
Joel: May as well.
Joey: Probably gonna be free food.
Joel: I'm sold.
Elena: Daddy~
Joel: Hugs Elena.
Elena: Hug.
Joey: Geez, did'ya just notice him?
Elena: Oh be quiet, I'm tired.
Joey: You should get to bed, sweety-cakes.
Elena: Yawns. I should. Where's Snuggles?
Joel: He's dead.
Joey: WHAT? SNUGGLES?
Joel: I know… I thought he was going to live forever, too.
Joey: God damn it.
Joel: Actually, it only happened two days ago…
Joey: I'll pay my respects in the morning. That cat was a saint.
Elena: Bummed out.
Jill: Ugh… sounds like a Romolo shouting. … Go back to sleep.
Joel: I'll go wake up Jill.
Elena: Uh… Dad… Watches him walk off. …He's going to get couched…
Joey: Should be amusing, at least. Shoves his hands in his pockets.
Elena: Walks right to one of her dad's last good vases… and reaches in!
Joey: Blink.
Elena: Pulls out a bag of chocolate raisins.
Joey: …How long've those been in there?
Elena: Pft. He always uses that spot to hide his sweets. Opens up the new bag.
Joey: Good thing we decided to stay here. Bet the castle is jam-packed.
Elena: I bet. Nightmare finding a place there.
Joey: The food's better, though. Yup. Gimme some raisins.
Elena: Hands him the bag. Help yourself.
Joey: … Hand the bag back.
Elena: He's good. …Pulled that one on him too much when I was a kid. Smooch for his cheek though!
Joey: Grin. Gonna have to stand the crowds tomorrow, though. My mom'll kill me if I don't visit her.
Elena: No doubt. Heart.
Joey: Wonder if Patty's found a guy yet. Ha.
Elena: Don't be mean to Patty. She punches like a Crowley should. But if it's out of earshot… Probably not, knowing her.
Joey: Huh. Maybe she's into chicks. Still… doubt she's found one. And I guess Euric's off doing his Mr. Perfect Whatever Thing. Ugh.
Elena: I think Kit took that position long ago. But you're still perfect to me~
Joey: Isn't he like, thirteen or somethin'? But grins at the last thing. I think your dad got lost on the way to his bedroom.
Joel: Went back to sleep.
Jill: Sleep.
Joey: Welp… only one thing to do… Raid the icebox.
Israel: Sleep, curled up in John's arms.
John: Sleep.
Dana: John.
John: Yes, Dana?
Dana: How's it going? Cock head to the side.
John: It's going well.
Dana: Cock head to the other side.
John: …?
Dana: Flop down on the grass. What's going on?
John: Sleep.
Dana: … Roll over on her side.
John: Loops an arm around her.
Dana: …
John: …What's the matter?
Dana: You're not being especially talkative.
John: …I just don't know what to say… I've never been good with words to begin with… you know that.
Dana: Yeah, but… I don't have much to say, either. Nothing much ever happens in Heaven. Lots of stuff happens on Earth.
John: The new kings and queens are being chosen.
Dana: Who's it going to be?
John: I don't know.
