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*technically, his name was anthony. Nobody called him that, though.
Leaned up against a window he had artfully stolen, the florist had been quiet throughout the ride, aside from the occasional snarky remark. See, he didn't ... know ... anyone here all too well. Honestly, it was beyond Crowley as to why he'd been invited, especially since everyone was packed like a can of sardines without him.
"No, but I can!" Crowley tells Selby gleefully as he hops out of the car.** Crowley raises his arm above his head as he stretches, leisurely moving out of the way to allow the others out of their sardine prison cell. He had no intentions of causing too big of a ruckus, but a Crowley left on his own was a mischievous Crowley. And, considering that he didn't actually know anyone here well, he had no intentions of sticking around for too long. For a little while, at least.
*Crowley had long since inherited his family's wealth. Nobody was quite sure why he was doing that florist thing.
**Crowley had Regrets about not bringing his own vehicle.
[glow=#000,1,400]all you've ever been is a noose to hang on to — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
[div style="width: 480px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 13px;"]Crowley* was fucking pumped. He's changed out his sunglasses out for even stupider looking ones, and put on a ridiculous brimmed hat. His somewhat ridiculous fashion, of course, intentional -- anyone who knew Crowley knew how obsessed he was with looking good.*technically, his name was anthony. Nobody called him that, though.
Leaned up against a window he had artfully stolen, the florist had been quiet throughout the ride, aside from the occasional snarky remark. See, he didn't ... know ... anyone here all too well. Honestly, it was beyond Crowley as to why he'd been invited, especially since everyone was packed like a can of sardines without him.
"No, but I can!" Crowley tells Selby gleefully as he hops out of the car.** Crowley raises his arm above his head as he stretches, leisurely moving out of the way to allow the others out of their sardine prison cell. He had no intentions of causing too big of a ruckus, but a Crowley left on his own was a mischievous Crowley. And, considering that he didn't actually know anyone here well, he had no intentions of sticking around for too long. For a little while, at least.
*Crowley had long since inherited his family's wealth. Nobody was quite sure why he was doing that florist thing.
**Crowley had Regrets about not bringing his own vehicle.
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