10-18-2019, 07:10 PM
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This is a dramatic tangent, considering that it hasn't even been for that long.
Crowley tilts his head, considering her offering. He's awfully dubious of, well, her -- but he's not sure if he's just .. paranoid* or not*. But he has no real reason not to. He has his own curiousities about her, after all, and, well, nothing wrong with a bit of socializing**.
*He is.
**There was, there was a lot wrong with this. But, in his heart, he really could do with some interactions.
"I mean, why not?" He grins at her toothily. Talk about what? Was she genuine? Crowley is talking himself in circles, and has approximately no answers. "Wasn' exactly planning on doing anything anyways, He spent a lot of time, wandering aimlessly. He didn't have much of a life direction when he didn't need to do work for hell '- he just sort of mucked about causing minor chaos. Like knocking books from the shelves, see. "Where to? What about?" Curious and impatient for answers, Crowley makes his demands***. Even outside of whatever paranoia he's struggling with, he doesn't particularly enjoy not having answers for any length of time.
***plain and simple questions,
[glow=#000,1,400]all you've ever done is been a noose to hang on to — [abbr=tags]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
[div style="width: 480px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 13px;"]Jesus christ, she isn't blinking. This must be how other people felt, before Crowley wore sunglasses. And was fully caught up on the whole uncanny valley thing. Funny thing, people freaked out if they realized you didn't breathe.This is a dramatic tangent, considering that it hasn't even been for that long.
Crowley tilts his head, considering her offering. He's awfully dubious of, well, her -- but he's not sure if he's just .. paranoid* or not*. But he has no real reason not to. He has his own curiousities about her, after all, and, well, nothing wrong with a bit of socializing**.
*He is.
**There was, there was a lot wrong with this. But, in his heart, he really could do with some interactions.
"I mean, why not?" He grins at her toothily. Talk about what? Was she genuine? Crowley is talking himself in circles, and has approximately no answers. "Wasn' exactly planning on doing anything anyways, He spent a lot of time, wandering aimlessly. He didn't have much of a life direction when he didn't need to do work for hell '- he just sort of mucked about causing minor chaos. Like knocking books from the shelves, see. "Where to? What about?" Curious and impatient for answers, Crowley makes his demands***. Even outside of whatever paranoia he's struggling with, he doesn't particularly enjoy not having answers for any length of time.
***plain and simple questions,