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"Don't doubt that," He's still grinning. He never stops grinning. Three years wasn't a long life, but with their lifespan, they had to do so much in so little time. Even quicker than humans. He was still trying to pace himself down, to flow better. "That makes two of us," Six thousand years of being stuck in the middle of human atrocities. Crowley probably had more downtime than her on average, however. Lazy. Make of that what you will.
.. She's calling it interesting. Oh god. Oh fuck. Crowley's ears turn nervously and -- she drops it. Crowley will go so far. It's not a secret, see, but .. well. Crowley was a demon. Demons weren't good, demons got hurt. Demons had ulterior motives, and wanted to corrupt you.
Crowley was on vacation, for however long he was allowed.
"Bad ones," Toothy, now. Employees going rogue, being unable to use miracles. That was the real stuff, though. That alone was bad, see, but not enough to permanantly ward nayone off if they really wanted to go. "Lots of which were wrong, or dramaticized, of course. Figured it'd get me a bit of a, ah, vacation," He was a bit of a runaway. A rogue. He had no problem admitting it, at least in private.
He'd be dragged back kicking and screaming someday, see, but Crowley didn't mind being labeled as such. Get all the hellish rebellion out of his bloodstream while he could, see?
[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;"]It was simply fortunate for Snarl how much Crowley loved the curious ones. Maybe he wasn't a huge fan of it being directed at him, but, well .. it was fascinating to see where it was brought, wasn't it? Improve his evasion skills, maybe."Don't doubt that," He's still grinning. He never stops grinning. Three years wasn't a long life, but with their lifespan, they had to do so much in so little time. Even quicker than humans. He was still trying to pace himself down, to flow better. "That makes two of us," Six thousand years of being stuck in the middle of human atrocities. Crowley probably had more downtime than her on average, however. Lazy. Make of that what you will.
.. She's calling it interesting. Oh god. Oh fuck. Crowley's ears turn nervously and -- she drops it. Crowley will go so far. It's not a secret, see, but .. well. Crowley was a demon. Demons weren't good, demons got hurt. Demons had ulterior motives, and wanted to corrupt you.
Crowley was on vacation, for however long he was allowed.
"Bad ones," Toothy, now. Employees going rogue, being unable to use miracles. That was the real stuff, though. That alone was bad, see, but not enough to permanantly ward nayone off if they really wanted to go. "Lots of which were wrong, or dramaticized, of course. Figured it'd get me a bit of a, ah, vacation," He was a bit of a runaway. A rogue. He had no problem admitting it, at least in private.
He'd be dragged back kicking and screaming someday, see, but Crowley didn't mind being labeled as such. Get all the hellish rebellion out of his bloodstream while he could, see?
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