RIGHT TO REMAIN VIOLENT ☆ spar

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[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;"]Spars weren't ... bad. Crowley could do spars. He wasn't all that well versed in actual, well, fighting, with the blood and .. stuff. But then again, that'd been when he was human shaped. Crowley was still adjusting to being a serval, but, well -- he much preferred it over the lanky limbs and two legs.
Still, Crowley hesitates. Apparently, Wormwood wanting to spar meant that it was a group activity now. Which, well, good -- Crowley wouldn't mind a spar, but he'd rather not have to do it with the fucking lion. And, well, when had that happened? Crowley could shapeshift in his other corporation, but he was a demon, that was just a Thing.
"I think I have more height than I do skill, if you want," Crowley jokes to Crow, ears turning. Most of the height difference* could be found in the legs but, well, Crowley isn't that set on sparring, so if Crow** turns him down, it's not like it'll matter much to him.
*Which is to say, Crowley's legs were Very Long, and that was kind of the extent of it.
**Which, by the way, Crowley has mixed feelings on how similar their names are.