KARMA - crowley

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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;"]To be fair, a lot of people were jumpy when they first arrived here. Crowley included -- not that he'd ever admit to it. The people were strange, and it just looked like somewhere that would be haunted. And, technically it was -- it was a hotspot for supernatural creatures, jarringly enough.
This is besides the point. Catching her expectant look, Crowley frowns. Theatrically, he looks away, feigning exasperation. He can't help her -- it'd be an absolute disaster. "Don't look at me," He huffs, tail twitching. "If nobody else will help you, I'm sure there's some audiobooks somewhere," Crowley, personally, doesn't know where they are. He has been resisting the urge to look. He has a reputation to think of -- not much of one, considering that people don't seem to mind his presence, but he's sure he still has something.*
*presumably, he does not.
Upon Echo .. echoing him, Crowley cannot help but squawk in dismay. His book crimes weren't supposed to be acknowledged. Mingled with this, however, is a sense of delight. He grins sharply, and decides to disregard the book part of this all. It's fine. Aziraphale will never know. "Well, what's better than wreaking some minor havoc?" This is a wild exaggeration, and Crowley clearly knows it. "'S not like the books are damaged," He shrugs. He'd ensured that much, though it was harder without the use of miracles.