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"Sorry, but if a kid decides to eat something like that, they're a lost cause," Crowley says, finally approaching the small crowd instead of just lurking. He's never been more relieved that he doesn't need to eat, and as is, the scent alone had put him off anything for weeks. "Fuck, uh, not sorry," He corrects, voice pitching just a touch too high. It's altogether unconvincing, but demons shouldn't be apologizing.
He does make exceptions sometimes though.
"I mean, it wouldn't hurt to keep an eye on the wildlife," Crowley suggests, shrugging and leaning back. While it's kind of strange to him that they're living off of raw meat, plenty of disasters are warned by a single occurrence. The earlier you take action, the better and all that. Hopefully it was just a one-off thing -- he's sure he's not the only one who'd prefer not to cull these things from the territory. "Even if it's just ... mutated, who knows. The thing could've bred." He eyes the direction the squirrel was thrown to distastefully.
[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;"]Crowley has, in fact, been shoving all of the oddities about Tanglewood to the back of his head. Mentions of dragons, people waving stuff around with their minds? Sure, he can live with that. He's living in a radioactive swamp now, and apparently there's half-rotted squirrels living here now. There's something just a touch off about it to him, but Crowley really isn't in a place to try and solve any of it. He doesn't particularly care to, either."Sorry, but if a kid decides to eat something like that, they're a lost cause," Crowley says, finally approaching the small crowd instead of just lurking. He's never been more relieved that he doesn't need to eat, and as is, the scent alone had put him off anything for weeks. "Fuck, uh, not sorry," He corrects, voice pitching just a touch too high. It's altogether unconvincing, but demons shouldn't be apologizing.
He does make exceptions sometimes though.
"I mean, it wouldn't hurt to keep an eye on the wildlife," Crowley suggests, shrugging and leaning back. While it's kind of strange to him that they're living off of raw meat, plenty of disasters are warned by a single occurrence. The earlier you take action, the better and all that. Hopefully it was just a one-off thing -- he's sure he's not the only one who'd prefer not to cull these things from the territory. "Even if it's just ... mutated, who knows. The thing could've bred." He eyes the direction the squirrel was thrown to distastefully.
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