11-26-2019, 06:51 AM
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Crowley is .. tired. And a bit hurt, and maybe not entirely there. In the head, mostly, but he was pretty missing a bit metaphysically, too. He's certainly been coughing up a lot of black -- expelling whatever he'd been picked up from the knife, presumably. So that was .. great. He probably shouldn't even be out here, but, well .. things happened a lot if they happened at all, so Crowley had, indeed, forced himself up and out. It wasn't the greatest plan in the world, but he'd run into a joiner. .. And Aurum. Oh well.
"Uh .. welcome," Crowley says, trodding over to seat himself next to Aurum. He hadn't heard a name like that in a bit. They hadn't even had that many newcomers in a bit .. probably. Listen, Crowley doesn't really care. "Crowley," He introduces, clumsily half-spreading a wing in greeting.
"Uh .. welcome," Crowley says, trodding over to seat himself next to Aurum. He hadn't heard a name like that in a bit. They hadn't even had that many newcomers in a bit .. probably. Listen, Crowley doesn't really care. "Crowley," He introduces, clumsily half-spreading a wing in greeting.
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