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[exserpens]

CHARACTERS: Nill, Haine, and Crowley
WHEN: Uh. SOMETIME THIS WEEK? Idk lol. Shortly after Haine's arrival.
WHERE: Travelling to the clocktower and at the clocktower itself.
WHAT: Going to meet Nill! It's what all the cool kids are doing.
RATING: PG-13? idk
WARNINGS: Probably language. Except for Nill, lmfao.
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i don't. know sob.

[starlining]

It wasn't like - she was worried. No, she wasn't, she was calm as she could be, a little bit distressed, concerned, but definitely not worried. No. Haine would be alright (he was coming, he was coming-), Naoto, too, and Granny Liza, and - you get the point. As long as no one touched them, then they would be okay, right? That was how she saw things

[exserpens]

He'd been to the clocktower and back a few times now, though there never seemed to be much point in sticking around once he was there. As soon as he'd found out that the communicators stopped working upon relinquishing one's gear piece, well, that had been all she wrote for that idea. The rest of the building's functions seemed to include sleeping arrangements (there was no blessed way he was trading a multi-million dollar flat in Mayfair for some bunk in a clocktower) and as a gathering place for idiots

[starlining]

She had started counting the doors, out of pure boredom - around twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six - when door number twenty-six suddenly opened. It startled her by a bit, making her hide behind - she paused, there wasn't anything to hide behind. Momentarily looking panicked, she did a quick glance around, but she suddenly recognized who it was.

It was that man, from earlier - the one who had told her to come here, and that he was coming to find her.

Alright, so maybe there wasn't any need to hide, but Nill didn't approach him, not yet. She wasn't sure if he could be trusted to get that close around her, you know? What if he had been playing nice all along, that sort of thing - she had seen it happen, so she was watching herself.

Still, though, she was looking at him, raising one of her hands half-heartedly, to maybe catch his attention. Over here, I'm over here, was what she meant.

[exserpens]

Ah, there she was. The demon slipped his gloves into the pockets of his overcoat and returned the girl's wave.

"Hi."

Of course now he was rather at a loss. The girl couldn't talk or was simply unwilling to talk, that much was obvious from their limited interactions over the communicators. Finding out not only what was wrong but what sort of creature she was (which was really what he was more concerned about at the moment) might prove a bit difficult. He didn't even know her name.

He was also powerless here inside the Clocktower, which meant he couldn't just get a sense of what she was by being around her-never mind the fact that reading her desires would have been a fantastically easy way to figure out what it was she was after.

A little too easy, apparently.

"All right. Er." Crowley sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, can you tell me your name? Somehow?"