People We Pretend To Be | Crowley

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[arcy]

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[glow=#000,1,400]all you've ever done is been a noose to hang on to — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

[div style="width: 480px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 13px;"]To be entirely honest, Crowley didn't expect her to understand. Angel stock were terribly, incredibly confusing -- didn't help they barely existed on the same plane of reality when they didn't have a corporation. Made comparisons a lot harder.
Crowley grins as she starts shooting off more questions.  It's .. a little different, now. It was sort of less daunting to .. have his wings be so fixated on when he was focusing more on the technical aspects of it all. Less personal.
"Quick!" He remarks. He'd been hoping she'd register it as himself -- more wriggle room there. "And no. They've only looked like so recently," He did rather like crows, though -- smart buggers. So .. maybe his name change had been slightly inspired, back when, but not by much. And he hadn't  summoned his wings back then anyways. "Mnggh. Somewhere. Slightly less physical plane of reality, if you will," He scunches up his nose. Simultaneously more and less present than a ghost would be, based on folklore interpretations.
He hadn't realized telling the entire truth could be so fun. There was still a bit of holding back, of course -- an unconscious habit. But even so, it was a bit of fun and .. ultimately harmless* chaos. It was sort of like trying to summarize an entire textbook in a single paragraph, see -- it didn't work, and was incredibly confusing.
*hopefully.