11-18-2019, 07:26 PM
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To be entirely honest, the literal last thing Crowley wanted to do was get cold. It was nearing winter as was, and Crowley had been trying to soak up every bit of warmth he could get. It came with being coldblooded -- though Crowley took the cold either differently or better than a proper reptile. As such, the last thing Crowley actually wanted to do was get hit with a fucking snowball. He shudders thinking about it. Sure, he might have fun in the moment, but he can imagine how he'd slow down more and more throughout the whole thing in horrible detail. How long would he have to spend in the sun to warm up? What a terrible thing to consider.
This said, Crowley's response to Feza's announcement was .. mixed. Well, first he had to realize it was Feza, with the squeaky voice. But then, curiosity -- and than a grimace as he actually thinks about it. On top of everything else, he may not have a reputation, but he didn't exactly want to ruin whatever he did have by participating in games.
It seems he was still a bit stuck in that sort of mindset. Nevermind that he probably wouldn't actually care, once he got into it.
"I'll pass," Crowley is prompt to say, even as he wanders over. He hadn't actually been aware that Feza had another form, but he's prompt to just .. ignore it. The serval carefully tucks himself into a spot that he suspects will be .. less cold, crouching and tucking himself into a tight ball, tail curled around himself. He'd be sticking around regardless, just to watch.
"... Well. Unless you end up needing somebody to balance teams, but," He shrugs. Fuck. Fuck. Why'd he offer that? He wouldn't even be a good teammate. He'd probably end up passing out or something towards the end. The serval grimaces, and tries to make himself smaller yet. Feza had made an awful lot of snow, and it's reaching him from here.
It's still a week and a bit to December. It hasn't even snowed yet. Crowley scowls to himself, even if it's heatless. Feza had done well as far as he can tell, anyways. Even if it was mostly about making the snow to begin with.
This said, Crowley's response to Feza's announcement was .. mixed. Well, first he had to realize it was Feza, with the squeaky voice. But then, curiosity -- and than a grimace as he actually thinks about it. On top of everything else, he may not have a reputation, but he didn't exactly want to ruin whatever he did have by participating in games.
It seems he was still a bit stuck in that sort of mindset. Nevermind that he probably wouldn't actually care, once he got into it.
"I'll pass," Crowley is prompt to say, even as he wanders over. He hadn't actually been aware that Feza had another form, but he's prompt to just .. ignore it. The serval carefully tucks himself into a spot that he suspects will be .. less cold, crouching and tucking himself into a tight ball, tail curled around himself. He'd be sticking around regardless, just to watch.
"... Well. Unless you end up needing somebody to balance teams, but," He shrugs. Fuck. Fuck. Why'd he offer that? He wouldn't even be a good teammate. He'd probably end up passing out or something towards the end. The serval grimaces, and tries to make himself smaller yet. Feza had made an awful lot of snow, and it's reaching him from here.
It's still a week and a bit to December. It hasn't even snowed yet. Crowley scowls to himself, even if it's heatless. Feza had done well as far as he can tell, anyways. Even if it was mostly about making the snow to begin with.
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