two cubic tons of sand - jellybeans

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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;"]Crowley couldn't claim to know Feza all that well -- and, thus far, he hadn't bothered to. Less because of how she was, but more of because he refused to put in that much effort for much of anyone, yet. It was still strange to see her acting like this.
"Don't think jellybeans would prevent you from falling, anyways," Crowley says, dubious. He can understand the reasoning behind this in an abstract way, but he feels obligated to poke holes in the logic, regardless. It might not be the kindest* way to help, but it comes most naturally. "And i'm not sure hunting like that would even work," There were other ways to "pull your weight" without contributing in the typical way, anyways -- but that felt, almost, too .. not kind, exactly, too something to say.
*not that he'd want to choose the kindest option even if he knew it,