[ One of the things about being an artificial being used to trying to follows the whims of other to please them is the unfortunate setback of a terrible lack individuality--so even when the rooms returned to normal hers remains a tad changed--likened as much as possible to what it once was. The once hotel-looking room is now bleached white with
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Crowley pauses. Tries to resist the urge to do something...helpful, and inevitably fails]
Is that your...vase thing? The one you go on about?
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Only not, it's that demon guy ;w; such disappointment. Amoretta looks up at him and does her darnest not to shy back ]
Ah...yes, that's it. My Flask.
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And you need help moving it, hmm? Where to?
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...I'm not sure if I should tell you.
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[He doesn't think. It's always hard to tell]
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But I'm a demomn who always keeps his word.
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Um...
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What? Ask anyone.
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[LOOK HOW SAD YOU MADE HIM]
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Yeah, okay. Fair point.
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