you can't whisper above the thunder - crowley

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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Feza hadn't ever been great on staying solid to a plan. Her mind bounced back and forth like a match of table tennis. It was a surprise that the vibrant female ever managed to stay on track to get anything done. She pulled through with festivities, yes, but little other than that managed to stay in her mind long enough to actually be worked on. This was a situation where the rare abnormality came. Shapeshifting. She had her inquiries, but wasn't sure about who to go to for such a dilemma. Aurum, maybe, but he was probably busy. Who else in the group shapeshifted? Why, Crowley did, didn't he? Feza could remember him shapeshifting when they set up that hall restaurant.. thing. It was what warranted her search, bounding along in ever her excited and vibrant mannerism. Did she know where he lived? No. Trial and error worked great in such an instance, even if it led to the annoyance of some other persons. "Hey, hey Crowley! I've got a, I've got a question I wanna ask you real quick," Feza chattered. Although in that brief moment her mind flipped the switch, what was she going to ask him again? She didn't remember. At all. Was it something about a party? It had to be something about a party! Her briefly confused expression parted to yet another grin. "I, I uh, I needed- need help for a party and, and I was wanting to see if you wanted to come check it out!"

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY