\nAs far as cover went, it was nearly perfect. Sure, there were dangers, like the
\ngimlet eye of the angel, who certainly suspected that something was not right,
\nbut couldn’t put his finger on what that something might be. Crowley could deal
\nwith that in his sleep, and frequently did. <\/p>\n
\nDealing with his host body, on the other hand, presented certain inconveniences.
\nSince he was only subletting, as it were, he could only lurk within his host’s
\nsubconscious, rather than taking outright control, and that meant dealing with
\nhis host’s little freaks and foibles.<\/p>\n
\nAll this meant was that he was not presently napping, but was bouncing on a tennis
\ncourt, as his host fan-boyed over his buchou’s latest cool new move. In the back
\nof Jirou’s head, Crowley rolled his eyes.\n<\/p>\n
He was going to be very glad when the tournament season was over, and they
\n could go back to napping their way through Jirou’s adolescence.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Crowley under cover.