[If there was one thing Crowley prided himself on being, it was distracting. It was a hard earned skill, as far as he was concerned. Probably had some place in promoting the Sins somewhere.
He'd spent the first while after the apocalypse that wasn't sleeping. Or rather, he'd tried to sleep. Every time he thought he was drifting off he just found himself getting up and staring at the goopy mess that used to be Ligur on his office carpet. He should probably get that cleaned.
Or maybe get a whole new flat. That might be better.
He gives a lazy half-wave, moving in to sit on the chair he usually claimed as his, propping his feet up on the table. He did it mostly because it would annoy the angel, but also because that kind of thing looked cool.]
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He'd spent the first while after the apocalypse that wasn't sleeping. Or rather, he'd tried to sleep. Every time he thought he was drifting off he just found himself getting up and staring at the goopy mess that used to be Ligur on his office carpet. He should probably get that cleaned.
Or maybe get a whole new flat. That might be better.
He gives a lazy half-wave, moving in to sit on the chair he usually claimed as his, propping his feet up on the table. He did it mostly because it would annoy the angel, but also because that kind of thing looked cool.]
Decided to have a wander. You know how it is.