[ Anyone familiar of Crowley knows that he's an individual who speaks without restraint, almost inconsiderate of the people around him, and his calm expression only strengthens the fact. It's not like anyone cared much for what he had to say, anyway, not when he skillfully avoids the obvious question of where he had been the past four years. ]
Killjoy? [ He asks, continuing to look forward as he puts some space between them and the group. ] Or perhaps you're from the RAC? [ He didn't even get his name first but that doesn't quite matter, not when he's only looking to have that huge space of boredom that's formed in the back of his head to be filled--at least partially.
He only stops to turn quickly, holding out the drink he's yet to take a sip from. ]
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Killjoy? [ He asks, continuing to look forward as he puts some space between them and the group. ] Or perhaps you're from the RAC? [ He didn't even get his name first but that doesn't quite matter, not when he's only looking to have that huge space of boredom that's formed in the back of his head to be filled--at least partially.
He only stops to turn quickly, holding out the drink he's yet to take a sip from. ]
What do you think about these sort of events?