Who: Crowley and whoever wishes to harass him. 8)
What: Idle chatter, probably.
Where: The mall pond-turned-ice-rink
When: Early December
Why: Crowley needs CR. 8|
How: [bracket style] because I am lazy. 8D
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The only good thing about Christmas in Space... )
[he'd ended up at the stand selling hot chocolate, and after flirting with the woman selling the drinks for a few minutes, he'd ended up with a mug more than twice the normal size, almost for free]
[he wanders off again, and spots Crowley, walking over to the bench to sit next to him. He's grinning, holding his mug with both hands as he takes a sip]
Waiting for someone to fuck up and fall over?
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[griiiin]
Something like that, yeah.
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[no, he's never actually seen ice skating before; he's kind of amazed because why the fuck would anyone even wanna try that?]
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That's not very likely, actually.
[Thankfully. He likes carnage-free days, thankyouverymuch]
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C'mon, how the fuck can they avoid it?
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[He's still watching the ice skaters.]
The blades aren't really sharp enough to dismember someone. You'd really have to hack away with them if you wanted to remove a limb.
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Do what you want.
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