thesis- open, introduction

[arcy]

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//(retro to injury cause piers appeared in the thread hsjfhdsjf)
Admittedly, Crowley had his own gripes with Tanglewood's living situation. Radiation, mud, a rundown town. Crowley had seen worse, certainly -- far, far worse. Still, Crowley had long since grown used to luxury. He'd made a habit of appearing upper-class or at least miracling his situations into something nicer when he'd been on assignment elsewhere. But while Crowley found himself struggling with the living aspects of Tanglewood, well ... he found plenty else made up for it, even if he couldn't just overlook it entirely. Unfortunately. He's not really a huge fan of how it's affecting him, but he's dealing.
"It's a bit overdue," Crowley agrees dryly, slinking over. He hadn't seen many children since arriving here, though more so lately, and none that he saw frequently. It was a bit jarring -- all societies had them running underfoot, but Tanglewood .. less so. This child, however, was a very strange looking child, but a child nonetheless. It's not like it mattered to Crowley. Worrying about physical appearances were for other people*. "Been like this most of the time I've been here," He musters a grin and a sweep of a tail. And he's been here for quite a little while, going by how everyone here perceived time. The raid was a fair excuse, but, well -- not like everyone participated, right? Crowley didn't fight, and, anyways, he had a bad habit of stress-cleaning. He hadn't really considered tending to the town itself, though. He's not sure why -- it's not like Crowley really had any spaces of his own to clean. Besides his plant room, he means.
*This is a lie. Crowley worries about his aesthetics constantly.
"Crowley, by the way," His grin shifts into something a little more friendly, albeit more crooked. This was an interesting one. He doesn't have a clue where the kid came from, but, well ... whatever, really. He was here now, and he was disappointed by the town. That was just .. how it was, now.

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