11-27-2019, 07:19 AM
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Crowley knew someone who'd done magic tricks, once -- he'd never really gotten the point, in all honesty. Crowley could respect them as minor trickery, but they were childish, and, anyways, why had Aziraphale been doing them, anyways? The angel could do real magic, and there he'd been, badly doing childish tricks.
It's the first thing that comes to Crowley's head, when he sees Kaito doing the .. stupid fucking trick. No no no, not stupid. Stop that. It's a bit of a punch to the gut, in all honesty -- oh god he abandoned Aziraphale. He hadn't even thought of the angel, when he'd been performing those stupid stunts with the whole .. rebellion thing. It's awful, that he'd shoved his best friend of six thousand years* so far from his head that he hadn't
*Crowley was deluding himself a bit, here -- they'd known each other for that long, of course, but they hadn't become friends for a long time.
Deep breaths. Alright. He can't fucking cope with this right now, because he hurts, and he feels awful, so he just sort of ... forgets about it. This isn't about him. So he forces himself to shove it from his head. And, hey, while he's at it, he may as well .. he's not sure. He doesn't know. Interact with people. Wouldn't .. wouldn't do to leave people to their own devices, huh? Tis the way of this fuckin' place.
"Never really got the point of these sorta cheap tricks," Crowley huffs, tone indecipherable. It hadn't even occurred to him to wonder if there's actual powers in the mix, here -- he does now, but he finds that he doesn't really care if he gets embarrassed at this point. He doesn't get that impression, anyways. Then, painfully** and lopsidedly, he grins, tail flicking. "Then again, the person I knew never did them very well," Fuck, why'd he say that. Why didn't he just forget about it. Whatever. Whatever. It's fine. At least Kaito isn't .. he's not sure, performing them on other people. That'd been embarrassing to a .. high degree. This .. still wasn't Crowley's cup of tea, he still didn't like them, but it's not terrible. He doesn't feel the need to .. get upset or anything.
That might just be because Crowley's too messed up to feel up to it, though. He can't really tell.
**In the literal sense -- his fucking cheek is burnt. He has no idea why he bothers.
It's the first thing that comes to Crowley's head, when he sees Kaito doing the .. stupid fucking trick. No no no, not stupid. Stop that. It's a bit of a punch to the gut, in all honesty -- oh god he abandoned Aziraphale. He hadn't even thought of the angel, when he'd been performing those stupid stunts with the whole .. rebellion thing. It's awful, that he'd shoved his best friend of six thousand years* so far from his head that he hadn't
*Crowley was deluding himself a bit, here -- they'd known each other for that long, of course, but they hadn't become friends for a long time.
Deep breaths. Alright. He can't fucking cope with this right now, because he hurts, and he feels awful, so he just sort of ... forgets about it. This isn't about him. So he forces himself to shove it from his head. And, hey, while he's at it, he may as well .. he's not sure. He doesn't know. Interact with people. Wouldn't .. wouldn't do to leave people to their own devices, huh? Tis the way of this fuckin' place.
"Never really got the point of these sorta cheap tricks," Crowley huffs, tone indecipherable. It hadn't even occurred to him to wonder if there's actual powers in the mix, here -- he does now, but he finds that he doesn't really care if he gets embarrassed at this point. He doesn't get that impression, anyways. Then, painfully** and lopsidedly, he grins, tail flicking. "Then again, the person I knew never did them very well," Fuck, why'd he say that. Why didn't he just forget about it. Whatever. Whatever. It's fine. At least Kaito isn't .. he's not sure, performing them on other people. That'd been embarrassing to a .. high degree. This .. still wasn't Crowley's cup of tea, he still didn't like them, but it's not terrible. He doesn't feel the need to .. get upset or anything.
That might just be because Crowley's too messed up to feel up to it, though. He can't really tell.
**In the literal sense -- his fucking cheek is burnt. He has no idea why he bothers.
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