09-12-2019, 10:23 AM
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He's not really sure why he cares.
Now, it should be noted that Crowley was greatly familiar with how painting worked. He'd spent a good while as an apprentice under some of the old greats, just for fun. And this was ... nothing like that. Glitter glue and cheap paint, huh. Good thing Crowley lives for some minor chaos. A grin tugs on the serval's maw as he trods over, taking in the scene.
"Looks like you're all having fun," Crowley says. He's already thinking of how to cause some minor chaos without, well, ruining the whole thing. Maybe he'd "accidentally" pour a touch of paint onto somebody. This, of course, is for later -- in the meantime, not waiting for the snow leopard to fetch him some supplies, Crowley snags a canister, a paper, and, yes, some glitter glue, tossing it all haphazardly onto the ground.
It should be noted that, just because Crowley knew full well how to paint, didn't mean that he had to. He'd never tried the "modern" style of painting before, and especially not with cheap supplies. Modern painting was such a terrible thing, wasn't it? It didn't even look good have the time, and the artists were such smug gits. With this in mind, and a small, sardonic grin, Crowley sets to making a mockery of it.
Well, at least he's enjoying himself.
[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;"]There were ... a lot of people Crowley wasn't too familiar with here. He was pretty new, so this shouldn't be a surprise, but for a brief moment, the serval pauses, blinking behind his sunglasses. For a moment, he tries to memorize all of the strangers. It's not like there should be more than a dozen or two members, right? An incredibly small number, but easier for him to try and remember.He's not really sure why he cares.
Now, it should be noted that Crowley was greatly familiar with how painting worked. He'd spent a good while as an apprentice under some of the old greats, just for fun. And this was ... nothing like that. Glitter glue and cheap paint, huh. Good thing Crowley lives for some minor chaos. A grin tugs on the serval's maw as he trods over, taking in the scene.
"Looks like you're all having fun," Crowley says. He's already thinking of how to cause some minor chaos without, well, ruining the whole thing. Maybe he'd "accidentally" pour a touch of paint onto somebody. This, of course, is for later -- in the meantime, not waiting for the snow leopard to fetch him some supplies, Crowley snags a canister, a paper, and, yes, some glitter glue, tossing it all haphazardly onto the ground.
It should be noted that, just because Crowley knew full well how to paint, didn't mean that he had to. He'd never tried the "modern" style of painting before, and especially not with cheap supplies. Modern painting was such a terrible thing, wasn't it? It didn't even look good have the time, and the artists were such smug gits. With this in mind, and a small, sardonic grin, Crowley sets to making a mockery of it.
Well, at least he's enjoying himself.
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