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[loveschildren]

PSL shit

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[oppaiplsnerf]

[Crowley puts on a smile for Mary, but otherwise doesn't really bother trying to seem like he isn't fussed. Even so, he doesn't seem angry, more like he's mulling things over. He does order the pasta.]

[loveschildren]

[It's doubtful Felid would care if he pissed Crowley off, considering his bluntness. When their food arrives he praises it and sits back, watching Crowley with a little smile of indeterminable motive.]

[oppaiplsnerf]

...You're being creepy.

[EATS!!!!]

[loveschildren]

Am I? What about me is creeping you out?

[He smiles~]

[oppaiplsnerf]

Are you going to eat, or just watch me?

[loveschildren]

[He spears a piece of melon with his fork and puts it in his mouth, still watching Crowley. Why not both?]

[oppaiplsnerf]

Both, huh? Fair enough.

[loveschildren]

Multitasking is efficient.

[oppaiplsnerf]

Is efficiency something you're terribly concerned with?

[loveschildren]

It is part of my job.

[oppaiplsnerf]

There's plenty about my job that I don't take away from it.

[loveschildren]

Ah, but your job is just an occupation. Mine is my passion.

[oppaiplsnerf]

I guess that is how it is.

[loveschildren]

Do you have any passions, Crowley?

[oppaiplsnerf]

Nothing so extravagant as robbing museums.

[loveschildren]

That was dodging the question.

[oppaiplsnerf]

I'd have to think about it.

[which is a no.]

[loveschildren]

It's not a question you think about.

[oppaiplsnerf]

There's your answer, then.

[loveschildren]

Did you ever? have passions, that is.

[oppaiplsnerf]

I think I did. ...Yeah, I did.

[loveschildren]

Hm~ [He doesn't actually ask what they were, sipping his coffee. Is he respecting Crowley's privacy? Is it that he doesn't care? Hard to say.]

[oppaiplsnerf]

...Nothing that could withstand the situation, anyway.

[gonna sip his coffee too.]

[loveschildren]

Nothing comes out of a crucible the same shape it was put in. That's rather the point~ [He lounges back and sips his tea, looking at Crowley with a mild smile.] Do you like art, Crowley? Certainly you spend your nights watching it mold on sterile walls.

[oppaiplsnerf]

[laughs, surprisingly lightly.]

I don't think wars are waged to change their soldiers.

I like art well enough. The stuff in museums can be... a little incomprehensible for someone like me, though.