11-19-2019, 12:47 AM
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It doesn't take a lot for Crowley to ease down in the face of Aurum's arrival. And, in truth, he'd probably deny panicking to begin with. As was, he half-scowls at the lion for implying he should relax, though, admittedly, he did find it relieving to have the situation out of his hands ... paws. Crowley liked children, he did, but at least you could talk to them, or know what was going on with them. He wouldn't, however, consider an egg a child.
"Right, 'cause we're gonna know what in the world laid this and abandoned it for .. however long," Crowley huffs, apparently bothered by this part of the plan. Crowley's sense of smell is no good with just his nose, so he's not quite sure how long it'd been, but certainly a while. Who knows if it was still in the territory to begin with? Even as he says this, he fretfully circles Aurum to peer at the egg. In all honesty, Crowley wouldn't be able to tell you why he's so invested in this. This is probably because he'd buried a good half of himself behind walls, and so ceased to be able to find some of it.
Hearing no bad news, the serval gradually allows himself to relax. Cool. Right. An egg. Fuck.
"Hell're you implying?" Crowley allows himself a grin as he, cautiously, relaxes into the conversation. He was more of a snake than just the eyes, though he can't say he'd had any hands-on experience with eggs. Ever.. And he certainly hadn't ever planned to. "Was I hatched in an egg? Would I have eggs? Do I eat eggs?" His grin gains a teasing touch, a hint of tooth. There were quite a lot of ways to interpret that question, after all. And the answer to all of them was -- no, actually. Literally, every single way you could interpret that question was no.
... Well. No. He used to try and eat eggs* whole on impulse, yes, but then he'd choke. It wasn't altogether pleasant, so he'd been trying to get out of that. He thinks he'd succeeded, considering that the thought had literally not occurred to him before this moment.
*chicken eggs, specifically. its FINE.
"Right, 'cause we're gonna know what in the world laid this and abandoned it for .. however long," Crowley huffs, apparently bothered by this part of the plan. Crowley's sense of smell is no good with just his nose, so he's not quite sure how long it'd been, but certainly a while. Who knows if it was still in the territory to begin with? Even as he says this, he fretfully circles Aurum to peer at the egg. In all honesty, Crowley wouldn't be able to tell you why he's so invested in this. This is probably because he'd buried a good half of himself behind walls, and so ceased to be able to find some of it.
Hearing no bad news, the serval gradually allows himself to relax. Cool. Right. An egg. Fuck.
"Hell're you implying?" Crowley allows himself a grin as he, cautiously, relaxes into the conversation. He was more of a snake than just the eyes, though he can't say he'd had any hands-on experience with eggs. Ever.. And he certainly hadn't ever planned to. "Was I hatched in an egg? Would I have eggs? Do I eat eggs?" His grin gains a teasing touch, a hint of tooth. There were quite a lot of ways to interpret that question, after all. And the answer to all of them was -- no, actually. Literally, every single way you could interpret that question was no.
... Well. No. He used to try and eat eggs* whole on impulse, yes, but then he'd choke. It wasn't altogether pleasant, so he'd been trying to get out of that. He thinks he'd succeeded, considering that the thought had literally not occurred to him before this moment.
*chicken eggs, specifically. its FINE.
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