11-27-2019, 07:55 AM
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Similar to the many other people here, Crowley hadn't celebrated Thanksgiving. One might find this somewhat alarming if they knew his backstory -- Crowley had been around for six thousand years, and he still hadn't celebrated literally every holiday in the fucking world? To which Crowley would probably argue that he'd been in England for centuries. He'd barely even stepped foot in America.
Needless to say, the fact that it's being celebrated in any manner in Tanglewood is somewhat alarming to the serval. Halloween had been jarring enough -- why did they celebrate Holidays? Why did they celebrate American Holidays? Crowley isn't complaining, per se, but he's not exactly sure how to take any of this. He might even be obligated to celebrate Christmas -- as a demon, Crowley has problems with this. But not enough that he'd argue, probably.
"Pretty sure you can get ... not glue-y and papery food elsewhere," Crowley, who'd had to stand there for a solid few seconds gauging what the hell people were going on about, agrees. There wasn't even paper in the turkey. Regardless, the serval plops to the ground next to the lion -- it looks more like he tripped, but the serval curls up as though it were intentional, so who knows. In any case, the serval doesn't have enough coordination to make one at the moment. It hurts enough to walk, and he feels kind of ... gooey. In the sense that he doesn't feel like his muscles are entirely solid. To be fair, his eye is goo. Haha. Crowley, however, doesn't, however, have any problems participating, and by participating, he means laying there and hopefully making snarky comments. But probably not.
A strangely genuine flicker of concern, and, wriggling closer up, Crowley stretches out his neck to peer at Aurum's ... turkey .. thing. In all honesty, Crowley can't even begin to fathom how Feza made the turkey at the moment, but it shouldn't be that hard, should it? Is Crowley too used to having hands, or otherwise not having hands at all? .. That only makes a little sense. "It can't be that hard?" Crowley says. He continues to be strangely worried, and his tailtip flicks. "Jusst .. glue it in the right places?" His gaze, which, Crowley jarringly realizes is uncovered by sunglasses, and may continue to be indefinitely, flickers between Feza's turkey and Aurum's glue covered paws. He doesn't seem to be able to muster a solution from this, and places his head on his paws .. paw.
Needless to say, the fact that it's being celebrated in any manner in Tanglewood is somewhat alarming to the serval. Halloween had been jarring enough -- why did they celebrate Holidays? Why did they celebrate American Holidays? Crowley isn't complaining, per se, but he's not exactly sure how to take any of this. He might even be obligated to celebrate Christmas -- as a demon, Crowley has problems with this. But not enough that he'd argue, probably.
"Pretty sure you can get ... not glue-y and papery food elsewhere," Crowley, who'd had to stand there for a solid few seconds gauging what the hell people were going on about, agrees. There wasn't even paper in the turkey. Regardless, the serval plops to the ground next to the lion -- it looks more like he tripped, but the serval curls up as though it were intentional, so who knows. In any case, the serval doesn't have enough coordination to make one at the moment. It hurts enough to walk, and he feels kind of ... gooey. In the sense that he doesn't feel like his muscles are entirely solid. To be fair, his eye is goo. Haha. Crowley, however, doesn't, however, have any problems participating, and by participating, he means laying there and hopefully making snarky comments. But probably not.
A strangely genuine flicker of concern, and, wriggling closer up, Crowley stretches out his neck to peer at Aurum's ... turkey .. thing. In all honesty, Crowley can't even begin to fathom how Feza made the turkey at the moment, but it shouldn't be that hard, should it? Is Crowley too used to having hands, or otherwise not having hands at all? .. That only makes a little sense. "It can't be that hard?" Crowley says. He continues to be strangely worried, and his tailtip flicks. "Jusst .. glue it in the right places?" His gaze, which, Crowley jarringly realizes is uncovered by sunglasses, and may continue to be indefinitely, flickers between Feza's turkey and Aurum's glue covered paws. He doesn't seem to be able to muster a solution from this, and places his head on his paws .. paw.
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