He had been looking for an angel. It was some what ironic then that he nearly ended up stepping on one as he paced around the center square trying to recall the words to that awful song that he shouldn't be trying to remember because it would get stuck in his head for the rest of the day, but ugh! He did want to recall it! It was starting to feel like one of those itches you just can't scratch.

He paced to the right, his snake skin boots barely missing the small figure on the ground, then turned with a flap of irritated wing to pace to the left only missing Kohaku this time as the fellow had fallen to the side when he landed on his tail end.

It was the soft sobbing that finally gained Crowley's attention. It sounded like a child. Wasn't in his job description to help children lost in a park but.. he looked around for the source of the crying anyway. The very last place he thought to look was on the ground by his feet.

"What're you supposed to be?"

Which was the rudest way to say hello, but demon, that is what you get sometimes.