09-22-2019, 06:23 PM
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.. Of course, this was a well-kept secret. Not even Aziraphale knew -- hence Crowley's very small collection of books he'd been gifted. Presumably, it was just a thinly-veiled prod for him to start reading.
Crowley, of course, just took to audiobooks.
This is ... besides the point.
"I thought it'd be a few decades 'til I'd have to see this many books outside of a library," Crowley comments, amused. Almost on autopilot, he'd drifted over and hopped onto a step behind Wormwood. He hadn't even realized these guys could read, but he's long since given up on being surprised by any of the ongoings here. "It can't be that hard to just expand some rooms, can it?" He's trying to fish for something mildly judgmental to say, for his reputation, and fails. Because, honestly, Crowley has no idea how hard it would be, and is failing at hiding it. He just knows that it's a Very Unfortunate Thing for most book hoarders to have to give up some of their collection, and finds himself somewhat surprised that Wormwood has given up such a big box for whoever this Roy is.
Then again, not everyone is as obsessed as Aziraphale. So, Crowley hops down from the step, and circles around to the opposite end of the box. "What're you planning on doing with them?" Crowley's maw stretches in a somewhat disconcerting, unhinged yawn. It's just smalltalk, really -- it has nothing to do with any other thoughts bouncing around in his head.*
*Crowley has been doing mental gymnastic trying to justify every single one of his thoughts, lately, and is somehow managing to make it worse(better, really) than it'd been initially.
[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;"]For somebody who didn't read, Crowley knew a lot about books. Or, more accurately, somebody who couldn't read. Not because of a lack of knowledge, of course. In the modern age, at least among the humans, the ability to read in small amounts was a necessity. It was just, his eyes just couldn't focus on the text. It came with the whole snake eyes thing... Of course, this was a well-kept secret. Not even Aziraphale knew -- hence Crowley's very small collection of books he'd been gifted. Presumably, it was just a thinly-veiled prod for him to start reading.
Crowley, of course, just took to audiobooks.
This is ... besides the point.
"I thought it'd be a few decades 'til I'd have to see this many books outside of a library," Crowley comments, amused. Almost on autopilot, he'd drifted over and hopped onto a step behind Wormwood. He hadn't even realized these guys could read, but he's long since given up on being surprised by any of the ongoings here. "It can't be that hard to just expand some rooms, can it?" He's trying to fish for something mildly judgmental to say, for his reputation, and fails. Because, honestly, Crowley has no idea how hard it would be, and is failing at hiding it. He just knows that it's a Very Unfortunate Thing for most book hoarders to have to give up some of their collection, and finds himself somewhat surprised that Wormwood has given up such a big box for whoever this Roy is.
Then again, not everyone is as obsessed as Aziraphale. So, Crowley hops down from the step, and circles around to the opposite end of the box. "What're you planning on doing with them?" Crowley's maw stretches in a somewhat disconcerting, unhinged yawn. It's just smalltalk, really -- it has nothing to do with any other thoughts bouncing around in his head.*
*Crowley has been doing mental gymnastic trying to justify every single one of his thoughts, lately, and is somehow managing to make it worse(better, really) than it'd been initially.
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