12-23-2019, 05:54 PM
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//mobile
Out of anyone in the world, Crowley might be the most experienced at shapeshifting. Not because he did it frequently, of course. He ... didn't particularly like being in other forms. A stifling feeling, like he could never change back. Like he was stuck.
He was always in another form now, though, so that point was moot. Needless to say, Crowley was going to do whatever the hell he wanted now.
... When he woke up. Which is now.
"Uh. Kay," He's slow in the head, barely processing Feza's first sentence ad he blinks groggily at the snow leopard. That's too many colors so early in the ..... uh. Crowley's not sure what time it is. In fact, he doesn't even know what month or year it is. He's been asleep for more than a few days, he knows this for certain, but .. after a certain point, time just bleeds together.
To be entirely honest, Crowley feels he should be annoyed by this intrusion. He has no idea where Feza came from, or why she decided to ask him, specifically. He was asleep, even!
He's not, though. He's not sure why.
"I'm not sure why you'd pick me, of all people, The serval yawns, jaws stretching alarmingly wide. He's sloe to process, but he's warming up. He curls a tail around himself, half-preparing himself to actually face the outside world. He can't say he's really ready, but, well. Whatever*. "But no problem. Sure. What sorta party?" .. Is he going to have to do damage control? Crowley debates over this for a few moments, before dismissing it. Feza'd been doing better. And, anyways. he's feeling the itch for some chaos, so .. who cares?
*Somehow, the concept of turning Feza down was only an ingenuine passing thought
Out of anyone in the world, Crowley might be the most experienced at shapeshifting. Not because he did it frequently, of course. He ... didn't particularly like being in other forms. A stifling feeling, like he could never change back. Like he was stuck.
He was always in another form now, though, so that point was moot. Needless to say, Crowley was going to do whatever the hell he wanted now.
... When he woke up. Which is now.
"Uh. Kay," He's slow in the head, barely processing Feza's first sentence ad he blinks groggily at the snow leopard. That's too many colors so early in the ..... uh. Crowley's not sure what time it is. In fact, he doesn't even know what month or year it is. He's been asleep for more than a few days, he knows this for certain, but .. after a certain point, time just bleeds together.
To be entirely honest, Crowley feels he should be annoyed by this intrusion. He has no idea where Feza came from, or why she decided to ask him, specifically. He was asleep, even!
He's not, though. He's not sure why.
"I'm not sure why you'd pick me, of all people, The serval yawns, jaws stretching alarmingly wide. He's sloe to process, but he's warming up. He curls a tail around himself, half-preparing himself to actually face the outside world. He can't say he's really ready, but, well. Whatever*. "But no problem. Sure. What sorta party?" .. Is he going to have to do damage control? Crowley debates over this for a few moments, before dismissing it. Feza'd been doing better. And, anyways. he's feeling the itch for some chaos, so .. who cares?
*Somehow, the concept of turning Feza down was only an ingenuine passing thought
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