[ Slow and torturous, which shouldn't at all be surprising considering Crowley's general laziness. Even if it's necessary for him to drink the blood of humans, there's nothing fun in rushing into everything -- it's entertaining and humorous. He can feel the faint shivers and tense movements of discomfort underneath him as if he were experiencing them himself, sensations that he registers to know that any more than necessary is going to mean to trouble.
aka it means he'll probably have to carry a passed out guren and he doesn't wanna do that.
And soon enough he let's go. Carefully pulling his fangs from inside Guren's neck and putting a comfortable distance between the two of them.
With blood still peppering his lips, Crowley uses his tongue and then the back of his hand to wipe the remainder off. ]
And now I'll go help those pitiful people with their invisible sheep problem. Easy enough, yeah?
you're right, like that icon is a personal attack on me
[Finally. Each second feels like an eternity in that state, and even when Crowley pulls out of him, the remaining effects have Guren a little stunned. He normally likes to space out his blood donations a little more, but the separation of colors occurred, and now...
Well. Now he's wiping the colorless blood from his neck that's already healing and buttoning up his jacket with his free hand like it's the morning after an embarrassing night.]
Don't act so smug. [He's winded just from that, even if he's trying to hide how breathy his voice is. He flicks him a glare, too, but it doesn't stay long, glancing to the side as he brushes himself off with a free hand, like his clothes being wrinkled was a problem, even if they're cheap peasant clothes. Ugh, he needs water.]
Yeah, easy. Now go help them already, and don't half-ass it. The more people you help, the better.
[ Yes as... Crowley... pulls out of Guren. Completely. With a shudder and a sigh.
It's only when there's space between them when the taste of ash hits him like a truck. His face twists with dissatisfaction, clicking his tongue with mild (massive) disappointment as whatever thanks he had settled in his throat is immediately swallowed down. This isn't Guren's fault, of course, but that doesn't mean he's not going to be petty about it. ]
Were you being serious about that? [ He knows better than to ask. Lips pulled into a grin, he rolls his eyes before his eyes finally focus themselves at the end of the alleyway. ]
I mean... I guess. But I can't promise about not half-assing it, you know who I am.
Even if you do half-ass it, you'll be more of a help than others.
[So fine, he guesses. He'll take what he can get. He glances to the side, pushing away from the wall and ignoring the slight dizziness.] I don't think you'll regret it, either. So just do it.
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it's in our dna
aka it means he'll probably have to carry a passed out guren and he doesn't wanna do that.
And soon enough he let's go. Carefully pulling his fangs from inside Guren's neck and putting a comfortable distance between the two of them.
With blood still peppering his lips, Crowley uses his tongue and then the back of his hand to wipe the remainder off. ]
And now I'll go help those pitiful people with their invisible sheep problem. Easy enough, yeah?
you're right, like that icon is a personal attack on me
Well. Now he's wiping the colorless blood from his neck that's already healing and buttoning up his jacket with his free hand like it's the morning after an embarrassing night.]
Don't act so smug. [He's winded just from that, even if he's trying to hide how breathy his voice is. He flicks him a glare, too, but it doesn't stay long, glancing to the side as he brushes himself off with a free hand, like his clothes being wrinkled was a problem, even if they're cheap peasant clothes. Ugh, he needs water.]
Yeah, easy. Now go help them already, and don't half-ass it. The more people you help, the better.
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It's only when there's space between them when the taste of ash hits him like a truck. His face twists with dissatisfaction, clicking his tongue with mild (massive) disappointment as whatever thanks he had settled in his throat is immediately swallowed down. This isn't Guren's fault, of course, but that doesn't mean he's not going to be petty about it. ]
Were you being serious about that? [ He knows better than to ask. Lips pulled into a grin, he rolls his eyes before his eyes finally focus themselves at the end of the alleyway. ]
I mean... I guess. But I can't promise about not half-assing it, you know who I am.
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[So fine, he guesses. He'll take what he can get. He glances to the side, pushing away from the wall and ignoring the slight dizziness.] I don't think you'll regret it, either. So just do it.
[He's so god damn bossy.]
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Yeah, yeah.
[ With a roll of his eyes he's quickly turning away, clicking his tongue in the process. ] You owe me. These old bones can only do so much.
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I already did my part of the deal, gramps. [He asked for that!!] But fine, just go do it.