10-25-2019, 06:52 PM
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Gradually, Crowley was relaxing. He didn't mind talking to people -- in fact, he kind of .. enjoyed it. He liked people, and he liked how strange they were. And, anyways, Snarl really didn't seem to know what to make of it. A temporary peace, then -- minus Crowley's usual paranoid thoughts.
"Nice guesses!" His grin sharpens. She hadn't been right, and he didn't bother to hide it, despite his praise. Questions, questions, questions. He's so fucked. Maybe Crowley wasn't hiding the demon thing, but he hadn't openly admitted it, either. He sure as hell wasn't gonna start now! "Nope. I mean .. i've always had them, but they're .. different. Haven't seen normal people like this til' now," Crowley pulls his wings tighter against himself, unable to help himself. Maybe his answer was a bit nonsensical, but -- well, Crowley was a shit liar, and shit at being evasive about targeted questions. It didn't help wings were such a big theme. He'd only started bringing them out recently, and, like his eyes*, he was a bit .. touchy .. about them being adressed. Marking him of angel stock, but demonic black.
He never did like reminders of his demonic nature, despite his fondness of his wings aside from the whole .. color thing.
*artfully hidden behind his sunglasses, and to an even higher degree,
[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;"]Hm, not surprised by that. Admittedly, maybe Crowley had projected a bit, for just a moment. Crowley, for one, spent too long questioning things. How did it work, and why? What caused these variations? What made this place safe, and why did it stay that way.Gradually, Crowley was relaxing. He didn't mind talking to people -- in fact, he kind of .. enjoyed it. He liked people, and he liked how strange they were. And, anyways, Snarl really didn't seem to know what to make of it. A temporary peace, then -- minus Crowley's usual paranoid thoughts.
"Nice guesses!" His grin sharpens. She hadn't been right, and he didn't bother to hide it, despite his praise. Questions, questions, questions. He's so fucked. Maybe Crowley wasn't hiding the demon thing, but he hadn't openly admitted it, either. He sure as hell wasn't gonna start now! "Nope. I mean .. i've always had them, but they're .. different. Haven't seen normal people like this til' now," Crowley pulls his wings tighter against himself, unable to help himself. Maybe his answer was a bit nonsensical, but -- well, Crowley was a shit liar, and shit at being evasive about targeted questions. It didn't help wings were such a big theme. He'd only started bringing them out recently, and, like his eyes*, he was a bit .. touchy .. about them being adressed. Marking him of angel stock, but demonic black.
He never did like reminders of his demonic nature, despite his fondness of his wings aside from the whole .. color thing.
*artfully hidden behind his sunglasses, and to an even higher degree,
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