[ He felt quite normal today. No urge to commit heinous or blasphemous acts not that that would be unnatural, but he felt nothing. Until he actually got up out of his bed. Crowley didn’t very well need to sleep but he enjoyed it. It was one of those little things that made management shake their heads at his utter and unknowing submersion into the human life as we know it. It started when he first walked out of the room. Dressed in his typical black shades and attire. You can't very well leave without em no, never. And then it hit him, like viewing a person walking down Saks fifth avenue wearing tartan. It was just ridiculous and not to mention...odd. This urge was just...at least he's good at singing choreography could use a bit of work though. He knew he should have stayed in Heaven for the extra lesson or two. ]
...oh bugger. So that's what it is, is it? Not so bad. Could've been worse...I'd imagine.
[ Do you hear that, Toujours, that blasting bass that shakes the floor which is conceiving it and flowing upwards into the floors above it like a red hot fire from the abysmal pit itself. It’s a beautiful noise and it’s Korean in nature. You’ll wonder where that giant stereo system came from and possibly the drink latent table as well but we won’t ask it’s all ineffable anyway. Hell if he’s got the urge to dance and sing in a foreign tongue he might as well do it in style and possibly smashingly drunk while he's at it. Bet the Tower of Babel never had this sort of thing they were all too stiff in his opinion. So if you come to the 9th floor it’ll be a dance party for you to enjoy with your very own performing demon singing this
little number. ]
Let's do it again uh let's do it again I said
Let's do it again big bang let's do it again
Let's do it again
[ ooc; I am posting this so late...I don't know why I'll reply in the morning/later today since it is 3:30am. This is more like rap but...it has pop elements to it? Idk it's Crowley singing in Korean and dancing what's there to complain about, srsly. ]