[ Designed. That's a word that he hangs to for seconds after the sentence leaves the other man's mouth; attentive. The more he learns the more he finds himself wanting to know more, curious of the lives of someone who possibly wasn't blessed with the privileges as someone from Qresh. ]
Mm. [ He hums, taking advantage of the bar beside them and leaning against it. Elbow resting on the flat surface (probably mahogany lbr), cheek resting in the palm of his hand.
A life that wouldn't have gone any differently than what it is now... how boring. Or perhaps Crowley was too abnormal, having asked himself these questions before while wondering just how much of a contrast his life would be if he had not been born into the Simms. Or any family of the Nine.
But that answer isn't satisfying enough. ] Just imagine you were born on Westerly... or, I don't know, if you were born as a Qreshi instead. I can tell you now that this is pretty much all we do. [ He brings his free hand out, gesturing to the party. ] Unless we're trying to remind the rest of the Quad that they'll never be like us.
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Mm. [ He hums, taking advantage of the bar beside them and leaning against it. Elbow resting on the flat surface (probably mahogany lbr), cheek resting in the palm of his hand.
A life that wouldn't have gone any differently than what it is now... how boring. Or perhaps Crowley was too abnormal, having asked himself these questions before while wondering just how much of a contrast his life would be if he had not been born into the Simms. Or any family of the Nine.
But that answer isn't satisfying enough. ] Just imagine you were born on Westerly... or, I don't know, if you were born as a Qreshi instead. I can tell you now that this is pretty much all we do. [ He brings his free hand out, gesturing to the party. ] Unless we're trying to remind the rest of the Quad that they'll never be like us.