11-19-2019, 05:28 PM
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Crowley, though seeming somewhat miserable in his tight-wound pose, can't help but grin as Feza struggles to remember what a referee was. It was strangely endearing, which was actually incredibly infuriating. He shouldn't find anyone endearing, much less Feza, who was generally far too high energy for him, among other things.
"Oh, you really don't want that," He says, grin widening. Even growing increasingly detached from his hellish roots, Crowley was a creature of mischief. Sure, he might keep genuine track of the scores, but chances were he'd make up his own ridiculous and vaguely unfair system alongside it. He's not sure he could resist the urge, if given full power. "That works, though," He adds, tail curling from where he has it wrapped around himself.
Crowley might have been mildly infuriated* by Aurum finding any enjoyment in his responses, though he'd probably struggle to convey why. In the moment, however, the only thing that kept Crowley from squeaking as Aurum arrives is any sense of dignity the serval had. Maybe, if it were less cold, he might have panicked and scuttled away. Not for any genuine lack of enjoyment, mind, but he would have. As was, though, Crowley briefly tenses further, before, gauging the situation and Aurum's own warmth, very, very carefully leaning into the lion.
*and embarrassed, but mostly infuriated.
"She has a point," Crowley snickers. Blankets were useless to somebody who couldn't even make his own body heat. Crowley wouldn't say no to them, of course -- they kept what little he retained and let him .. y'know. Keep it. Though, he can't say that the fire method would be terribly comfortable for either of them. "I don't think blankets would save me by that point," His grin fades into a smirk, and his tail, unwound from where it'd curled around him, twitches with surprising cheer.
It'll just be a shame that he won't have Aurum's warmth to leech off of when the match actually starts. Oh well.
"Oh, you really don't want that," He says, grin widening. Even growing increasingly detached from his hellish roots, Crowley was a creature of mischief. Sure, he might keep genuine track of the scores, but chances were he'd make up his own ridiculous and vaguely unfair system alongside it. He's not sure he could resist the urge, if given full power. "That works, though," He adds, tail curling from where he has it wrapped around himself.
Crowley might have been mildly infuriated* by Aurum finding any enjoyment in his responses, though he'd probably struggle to convey why. In the moment, however, the only thing that kept Crowley from squeaking as Aurum arrives is any sense of dignity the serval had. Maybe, if it were less cold, he might have panicked and scuttled away. Not for any genuine lack of enjoyment, mind, but he would have. As was, though, Crowley briefly tenses further, before, gauging the situation and Aurum's own warmth, very, very carefully leaning into the lion.
*and embarrassed, but mostly infuriated.
"She has a point," Crowley snickers. Blankets were useless to somebody who couldn't even make his own body heat. Crowley wouldn't say no to them, of course -- they kept what little he retained and let him .. y'know. Keep it. Though, he can't say that the fire method would be terribly comfortable for either of them. "I don't think blankets would save me by that point," His grin fades into a smirk, and his tail, unwound from where it'd curled around him, twitches with surprising cheer.
It'll just be a shame that he won't have Aurum's warmth to leech off of when the match actually starts. Oh well.
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