After six thousand years Crowley had grown fairly skilled at making himself appear human. There were only a few tell-tale signs that he was not. A curious snake tattoo near his ear and if one looked closely enough, even through the dark lenses of his shades, one could make out the otherworldly look of serpent's eyes.
"He was always trying to summon up demons with one ridiculous ritual or another. It's laughably pathetic. You can't call out to a demon like we are trained dogs and expect us to show up... or to perform tricks if we do."
Crowley reached over into his small stash of animal cookies and tossed a few more into the center pile.
"Call. Why would I fold when I'd rather call and see what your hand is like?"
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After six thousand years Crowley had grown fairly skilled at making himself appear human. There were only a few tell-tale signs that he was not. A curious snake tattoo near his ear and if one looked closely enough, even through the dark lenses of his shades, one could make out the otherworldly look of serpent's eyes.
"He was always trying to summon up demons with one ridiculous ritual or another. It's laughably pathetic. You can't call out to a demon like we are trained dogs and expect us to show up... or to perform tricks if we do."
Crowley reached over into his small stash of animal cookies and tossed a few more into the center pile.
"Call. Why would I fold when I'd rather call and see what your hand is like?"