the breaking downfall - costumes

[arcy]

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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;"]Oh, there was some tension. Crowley's eyes track her wing moments almost immediately. Crowley resists a grimace. Must be stressful, to now have to be face to face with people present for that so often. Mercifully, he decides against pointing it out. Crowley would probably protest the contrary if pressed, but he did feel a bit ... bad ... about his part in the whole thing. Poking holes was not the most sensitive thing in the world, especially not in that scenario. But that was a demon, that was what he did. Most definitely. No guilt, all cruelty here!
"A pumpkin?" Can you imagine? A demon from hell, dressed as a cutesy pumpkin? Despite his incredulity, Crowley doesn't seem all that bothered, a certain sort of delight, really, grin widening as he slinks closer to get a glimpse at the packages. For one, he can't be bothered to look through the costumes. Crowley either puts in minimal effort, or he goes out of the park, and that seems like a bit too much of an inbetween. "Frankly, I'm surprised you have so many. Why'd I be asking if I had a proper idea, anyways? I've never dressed up for Halloween before," And, to be entirely honest, he doesn't even know where to start, usual aesthetic aside. And, anyways, She seems to liven up quickly, once she gets into the groove. Crowley, after a moment of debate*, does his best to roll with it. It couldn't hurt to let her have this. She was helping him, anyways. ".. Well. Big spooky fan, me. But not like ... Horror movie spooky, y'know?" He makes a vague motion with a paw, and indulgently leans over to look at the costumes she's showing off.
*Not much of one. Crowley could frequently be found trying to convince himself to be cruel, but he never really succeeded on that.