So Off My Rock | Joining

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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;"]Admittedly, a lot of Tanglers had wings. Crowley assumes they can all fly, too. No, Crowley is not bitter about this. He's fine. And, anyways, he can't say a lot on that particular state of affairs. He's had his wings since the beginning of time, even when the other demons lost theirs.
.. Anyways.
"I don't think Chaser means any more to her than it did to me," Crowley rolls his eyes, making an easy trot to the small crowd. Spending time with so many people isn't precisely Crowley's idea of a good time, but he can't say that he didn't know what he was signing up for, either. It's not so bad, at least. "Crowley." He introduces, lifting a wing in lazy greeting. He misses being able to gesture with hands, but wings'll do in a pinch. For that matter, he can't believe her name is Snarl. Honestly. "S'not so bad, even if it's a bit .. odd, at first," He shrugs. Snarl could be as weird as the rest*, but she sure doesn't seem it. And even if she was, well -- things were probably odd no matter what.
*meant with a very grudging sort of affection, even if he won't admit it.