01-02-2020, 08:55 AM
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Ah, fuck.
There's not a lot that could wake Crowley up once he fell asleep. He was nothing if not a deep sleeper, see -- possibly to his own detriment. Definitely to his own detriment. He hasn't been properly awake in a month at least.
Crowley could, however, safely say thhat he can be woken up by being tripped on. It happens in a second, Crowley's nerves flaring -- itshappeningagain never saffe never safe --
It's just a maned wolf.
Crowley, as a snake, doesn't have eyelids, so he can't blink at her. Instead, he stares, bleariness and mild alarm somehow registering on his face. Then, catching up -- he smirks.
"New legs?" He says, more amused than annoyed. He's long since made peace with the absolute .. bizarreness of these people. Sort of. Carefully, Crowley uncoils, and then -- mimics her. It's been a while since he'd had legs at all, and he hardly minds a change. And, well - maned wolf isn't a bad choice.
So, a maned wolf he becomes, starkly different from Adelaide. He musters a sharp grin as he stretches.
Possibly, in another universe, this may have been a villain's scene. Crowley was not a villain, though.
"Haven't seen you around before. Been sleeping," There's a point to this, but he's paused by a yawn. A rather large, unnerving yawn, but a yawn nonetheless. "Name's Crowley. Who're you?" He thinks he should geel bad for being so out of the loop. He isn't very -- Crowley isn't the most social creature, be it by choice or because he didn't have one at all, one can't be sure.
It doesn't hurt to start small, anyways.
There's not a lot that could wake Crowley up once he fell asleep. He was nothing if not a deep sleeper, see -- possibly to his own detriment. Definitely to his own detriment. He hasn't been properly awake in a month at least.
Crowley could, however, safely say thhat he can be woken up by being tripped on. It happens in a second, Crowley's nerves flaring -- itshappeningagain never saffe never safe --
It's just a maned wolf.
Crowley, as a snake, doesn't have eyelids, so he can't blink at her. Instead, he stares, bleariness and mild alarm somehow registering on his face. Then, catching up -- he smirks.
"New legs?" He says, more amused than annoyed. He's long since made peace with the absolute .. bizarreness of these people. Sort of. Carefully, Crowley uncoils, and then -- mimics her. It's been a while since he'd had legs at all, and he hardly minds a change. And, well - maned wolf isn't a bad choice.
So, a maned wolf he becomes, starkly different from Adelaide. He musters a sharp grin as he stretches.
Possibly, in another universe, this may have been a villain's scene. Crowley was not a villain, though.
"Haven't seen you around before. Been sleeping," There's a point to this, but he's paused by a yawn. A rather large, unnerving yawn, but a yawn nonetheless. "Name's Crowley. Who're you?" He thinks he should geel bad for being so out of the loop. He isn't very -- Crowley isn't the most social creature, be it by choice or because he didn't have one at all, one can't be sure.
It doesn't hurt to start small, anyways.
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