"Can't have that." Crowley kicked off his sheets and swung himself off the bed. "At this rate, from the sound of it, you might end up letting actual customers in, just to shake things up a bit."
He sauntered over to his closet. There were more accessories than actual clothes in there1, but still several of the current year's best options fashion-wise.2. Mentally he picked out a few of his current favorite pieces, then snapped his fingers. His pyjamas vanished, replaced by the items he'd deemed acceptable for the moment. He looked himself over in the mirror and smirked. "I'll do what I can to spare you from such a terrible fate. If you want a disruption around, you should have the best."
Which was him, obviously. He said it with pride. Crowley was unemployed, but he was still a demon.
1 Most particularly a large assortment of wristwatches, including the first official prototype of the Dick Tracy radio watch, which he would never admit to owning but privately gloated over possessing.
2 Decade's, at least. Crowley wasn't really as clued in to hte minutiae of fashion as he pretended to be, largely because he knew fashion's biggest secret: wear black and act like you're the coolest person in the room and a surprisingly large number of people will believe it. That and the right sort of sneer did 90% of the work for him.
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I of course would love it, and it will melt Crowley's brain. Also C is hungry after that nap!
Date: 2021-07-06 10:10 pm (UTC)He sauntered over to his closet. There were more accessories than actual clothes in there1, but still several of the current year's best options fashion-wise.2. Mentally he picked out a few of his current favorite pieces, then snapped his fingers. His pyjamas vanished, replaced by the items he'd deemed acceptable for the moment. He looked himself over in the mirror and smirked. "I'll do what I can to spare you from such a terrible fate. If you want a disruption around, you should have the best."
Which was him, obviously. He said it with pride. Crowley was unemployed, but he was still a demon.
1 Most particularly a large assortment of wristwatches, including the first official prototype of the Dick Tracy radio watch, which he would never admit to owning but privately gloated over possessing.
2 Decade's, at least. Crowley wasn't really as clued in to hte minutiae of fashion as he pretended to be, largely because he knew fashion's biggest secret: wear black and act like you're the coolest person in the room and a surprisingly large number of people will believe it. That and the right sort of sneer did 90% of the work for him.