09-08-2019, 04:51 AM
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Huh.
He'd forgotten that the 'having something in common' thing was how people get along. He and Aziraphale, for example, didn't have a lot of interests in common besides humans and alcohol, and he was his best friend. It's ... not bad, though. "I'll, uh. I'll think about it," Crowley says, in lieu of any of that depressing bullshit. He hasn't met Selby before -- hadn't even heard the name till now. "Haven't exactly compared notes with anybody before," It seems interesting. Crowley hasn't ever wandered outside of his plant comfort zone, being houseplants, before, but it doesn't seem like a bad idea. That is, he's assuming that this 'Selby' is growing different things.
"Oh, don't bother. I'm afraid I'm probably a little more well-versed than you," Still not quite unkind. Just a statement, or suggestion, of fact. He'd been around for their debuts, and back in those days, Aziraphale had actually liked that music. He's not about to flaunt his immortality around, though -- he'd already mentioned being around for decades, though nobody seemed to have even blinked at that, so far. His grin sharpens a little when Wormwood says gentle wording, but he doesn't open his mouth to disagree. They hadn't seen anything yet -- he was going soft on this batch. It wasn't their fault that their ... previous owner hadn't taken care of them.
"You don't really need patience, as long as you choose the right plants," Crowley offers the stranger as she arrives, shrugging. He can't believe that she's such a vivid color. And, to match, she seems to have ... a lot of energy. Crowley tries not to grimace. She doesn't seem so bad, besides her high energy, after all.
"Name the plants?" Crowley repeats, tilting his head. He had, in fact, been about to rattle off their species name before she'd elaborated. Crowley hasn't named his plants before. It would've been ... well. It was harder to yell at something that you've named. Crowley really was too soft for his own good.
"I can't say that they do. I haven't thought about it," Crowley says, just a white lie. He had a rule, see -- you don't name things, or you'll get attached. But it was already too late for that, considering that he was going to be nursing these plants back to health, anyways. Damaged plants ... required a bit more care, see. A bit more precision. Which, Crowley already gave his plants lots of, but these sorts even more so.
Not that he took in wilting plants often. Seriously, he just sort of ... bought them.
[glow=#000,1,400]all you've ever done is been 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;"]Somewhat bewildered, Crowley tilts his head as Wormwood elaborates on his meaning.Huh.
He'd forgotten that the 'having something in common' thing was how people get along. He and Aziraphale, for example, didn't have a lot of interests in common besides humans and alcohol, and he was his best friend. It's ... not bad, though. "I'll, uh. I'll think about it," Crowley says, in lieu of any of that depressing bullshit. He hasn't met Selby before -- hadn't even heard the name till now. "Haven't exactly compared notes with anybody before," It seems interesting. Crowley hasn't ever wandered outside of his plant comfort zone, being houseplants, before, but it doesn't seem like a bad idea. That is, he's assuming that this 'Selby' is growing different things.
"Oh, don't bother. I'm afraid I'm probably a little more well-versed than you," Still not quite unkind. Just a statement, or suggestion, of fact. He'd been around for their debuts, and back in those days, Aziraphale had actually liked that music. He's not about to flaunt his immortality around, though -- he'd already mentioned being around for decades, though nobody seemed to have even blinked at that, so far. His grin sharpens a little when Wormwood says gentle wording, but he doesn't open his mouth to disagree. They hadn't seen anything yet -- he was going soft on this batch. It wasn't their fault that their ... previous owner hadn't taken care of them.
"You don't really need patience, as long as you choose the right plants," Crowley offers the stranger as she arrives, shrugging. He can't believe that she's such a vivid color. And, to match, she seems to have ... a lot of energy. Crowley tries not to grimace. She doesn't seem so bad, besides her high energy, after all.
"Name the plants?" Crowley repeats, tilting his head. He had, in fact, been about to rattle off their species name before she'd elaborated. Crowley hasn't named his plants before. It would've been ... well. It was harder to yell at something that you've named. Crowley really was too soft for his own good.
"I can't say that they do. I haven't thought about it," Crowley says, just a white lie. He had a rule, see -- you don't name things, or you'll get attached. But it was already too late for that, considering that he was going to be nursing these plants back to health, anyways. Damaged plants ... required a bit more care, see. A bit more precision. Which, Crowley already gave his plants lots of, but these sorts even more so.
Not that he took in wilting plants often. Seriously, he just sort of ... bought them.
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