12-23-2019, 05:11 PM
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//mobile ... short (pensive emoji)
Somehow. Crowley isn't surprised that the first thing they do after waking up is get into trouble.
What is surprising was that it was fire. Crowley'd handled it a few times, and they liked the warmth and the smell, but couldn't help thinking about .. well, hell.
Crowley, however, is very decidedly not Actually thinking about this. Or much of anything in fact. They're out of the loop, and, honestly. Crowley doesn't care yet. They're tired, and if they spend the week being bothered by Feza and entertaining Snarl, so be it.
"D'ya think we're lookin to scare people a bit?" Crowley grins, wicked. They're not looking forward to sharing their alcohol with, well -- anyone besides Snarl. It's top shelf stuff. Crowley is a serval of culture, thank you very much, and it's hard to get these days. "Get the feelin' most people would announce this sorta thing before, y'know, making a giant fire," They lay their head on their paws, willing their eye not to slide shut. They're not tired. They want to sleep. They aren't going to. They've wasted weeks, anyways. Their tail curls around themselves as they yawn lazily. Even if nobody turns up and sticks around -- well. Crowley still isn't sure if they appreciate the fire part or not, but they're not opposed to the companionship. They like Snarl, somehoe.
Somehow. Crowley isn't surprised that the first thing they do after waking up is get into trouble.
What is surprising was that it was fire. Crowley'd handled it a few times, and they liked the warmth and the smell, but couldn't help thinking about .. well, hell.
Crowley, however, is very decidedly not Actually thinking about this. Or much of anything in fact. They're out of the loop, and, honestly. Crowley doesn't care yet. They're tired, and if they spend the week being bothered by Feza and entertaining Snarl, so be it.
"D'ya think we're lookin to scare people a bit?" Crowley grins, wicked. They're not looking forward to sharing their alcohol with, well -- anyone besides Snarl. It's top shelf stuff. Crowley is a serval of culture, thank you very much, and it's hard to get these days. "Get the feelin' most people would announce this sorta thing before, y'know, making a giant fire," They lay their head on their paws, willing their eye not to slide shut. They're not tired. They want to sleep. They aren't going to. They've wasted weeks, anyways. Their tail curls around themselves as they yawn lazily. Even if nobody turns up and sticks around -- well. Crowley still isn't sure if they appreciate the fire part or not, but they're not opposed to the companionship. They like Snarl, somehoe.
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