10-05-2019, 08:22 AM
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.. Crowley can't actually tell if these are his genuine feelings on bats. He hasn't actually thought about it. He's sticking with it, though, because it seems like a distinctly demonic thing to do.
"Eugh," Crowley voices, wrinkling his nose. It's largely unknown where he'd just appeared from -- well, a tree, but he was trying to seem sneaky. He'd been drawn by the scream, of course, and arrived in time to hear the explanation. "Lotta damage for something so small," He remarks, regarding the pile. He makes to assist, reaching a clawed paw out towards a piece of fabric, before immediately rethinking it. He draws the line at helping someone because they asked -- he had a reputation to think of. Imagine if hell came to drag him back, kicking and screaming, and learned he'd been helping people.* With a look of mild panic, he still grabs it, and immediately shoves it into his mud.
Embarrassing.
*in this sense, it's less of a reputation thing, and more of a self-preservation thing.
"D -- dunno what they found so fascinating about .. hay, anyways," Crowley promptly attempts distraction. He doesn't know anything about bats -- why would he? .. Well, except that he did, and did, in fact, know why. Listen. It's fine.
[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 had ... mixed feelings about bats. They had such weird wings! Can you imagine? And to think, that demons were always imagined with those sorts of wings! Disgusting. On the other, they were so great at causing low-level chaos, can you even imagine?.. Crowley can't actually tell if these are his genuine feelings on bats. He hasn't actually thought about it. He's sticking with it, though, because it seems like a distinctly demonic thing to do.
"Eugh," Crowley voices, wrinkling his nose. It's largely unknown where he'd just appeared from -- well, a tree, but he was trying to seem sneaky. He'd been drawn by the scream, of course, and arrived in time to hear the explanation. "Lotta damage for something so small," He remarks, regarding the pile. He makes to assist, reaching a clawed paw out towards a piece of fabric, before immediately rethinking it. He draws the line at helping someone because they asked -- he had a reputation to think of. Imagine if hell came to drag him back, kicking and screaming, and learned he'd been helping people.* With a look of mild panic, he still grabs it, and immediately shoves it into his mud.
Embarrassing.
*in this sense, it's less of a reputation thing, and more of a self-preservation thing.
"D -- dunno what they found so fascinating about .. hay, anyways," Crowley promptly attempts distraction. He doesn't know anything about bats -- why would he? .. Well, except that he did, and did, in fact, know why. Listen. It's fine.
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