10-18-2019, 06:59 PM
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In any case .. well. Crowley may have been drawn by the call, but largely because he was curious by nature.
"You did all of this yourself?" Crowley has some concerns about the life this guy is living. Does he have any time for himself, or is he just constantly throwing together weird projects? All the better for Crowley, it certainly provides some spice, but ... Oh. He probably shouldn't be thinking like that, nevermind.* The serval, with a sharp few flaps of the wings as he launches himself onto the lip of the wagon. Not that he needs to, what with the pumpkins being on the ground, but Crowley likes the flair of it all.
*better if he doesn't think like he could worry about somebody, even if it was only in passing.
Upon satisfying his need for height, Crowley drops to the ground and circles around to look at the pumpkins' carved faces. By no means does Crowley need something that'll eventually just rot, but it'd be a waste if he didn't, surely**? So many pumpkins, so few people. That's what he tells himself, anyways.
**they'd rot like nothing happened regardless if crowley takes it in, honestly.
"Not one for pumpkins, but these aren't so bad," He shrugs, trying to look detached as he chooses the most spooky looking pumpkin he can, just for appearances***. He only rolls it some few steps away, a claim. Maybe he'll put it in sight of the plant's room, when he gets around to bringing it back. A threat, presumably. The things people did to pumpkins were truly terrible, in the best way.****
***not that crowley has any fucking idea what he'd choose even if he didn't feel obligated towards a theme.
****yes, a few minutes ago he was claiming somewhat negative feelings on pumpkins, its 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;"]Halloween was an ... interesting holiday, in Crowley's ever-humble opinion. It had an interesting history, to be sure -- but in present day? He has no fucking idea, honestly. It's a kids holiday, and Crowley does have a soft spot for kids -- if he wouldn't admit to anything else, he'd admit to that. And ... okay, the spooks were fine, too, if a bit cheap. Pumpkins, though? They were just hollowed out ... somethings. .. Admittedly, they do have some neat designs, though.In any case .. well. Crowley may have been drawn by the call, but largely because he was curious by nature.
"You did all of this yourself?" Crowley has some concerns about the life this guy is living. Does he have any time for himself, or is he just constantly throwing together weird projects? All the better for Crowley, it certainly provides some spice, but ... Oh. He probably shouldn't be thinking like that, nevermind.* The serval, with a sharp few flaps of the wings as he launches himself onto the lip of the wagon. Not that he needs to, what with the pumpkins being on the ground, but Crowley likes the flair of it all.
*better if he doesn't think like he could worry about somebody, even if it was only in passing.
Upon satisfying his need for height, Crowley drops to the ground and circles around to look at the pumpkins' carved faces. By no means does Crowley need something that'll eventually just rot, but it'd be a waste if he didn't, surely**? So many pumpkins, so few people. That's what he tells himself, anyways.
**they'd rot like nothing happened regardless if crowley takes it in, honestly.
"Not one for pumpkins, but these aren't so bad," He shrugs, trying to look detached as he chooses the most spooky looking pumpkin he can, just for appearances***. He only rolls it some few steps away, a claim. Maybe he'll put it in sight of the plant's room, when he gets around to bringing it back. A threat, presumably. The things people did to pumpkins were truly terrible, in the best way.****
***not that crowley has any fucking idea what he'd choose even if he didn't feel obligated towards a theme.
****yes, a few minutes ago he was claiming somewhat negative feelings on pumpkins, its FINE.
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