in a tendency of grace - flight lessons

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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;"]In a genuinely ridiculous way, the way Feza spoke reminded Crowley of how he'd talk about things he'd miracled sometimes, back in the day. At least part of it -- the other parts of ridiculous. And the tower isn't even miracled -- it's wobbling.
"It's not related to that," Crowley informs Feza, rolling his eyes behind his glasses, because it's not. He can appreciate Wormwood's defense of him, though -- even if it's just so Crowley  doesn't have to launch himself off an unstable cardboard box tower. It's not the worst thing that Crowley's ever launched himself off of, without protection. "Uh, yeah," It's not ... a lie. Crowley knows how to fly -- in theory. He used to be able to.
In any case ... as much as Crowley enjoys some minor chaos, he's got mixed feelings on this one. With the way Wormwood was going on, he doubts anybody is going to get hurt*, so it's probably more about Crowley, personally. What a joy -- he couldn't even bring himself to enjoy this.
*and it Definitely wouldn't matter if anyone DID