[So far, there isn't much in this universe that Crowley is fond of, but Mu would have to take the cake for just being absolutely awful. Take, for example, whatever the fuck that thing is. He's just trying to mind his own business, go for a stroll in a dream that seemed relatively peaceful to start, and now he's stumbled on some poor woman being accosted by a sentient pile of cats.
Crowley shoves his hands into his pockets, keeps a safe distance.]
I wouldn't, if I were you, most of the things here tend to think humans are on the menu.
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Crowley shoves his hands into his pockets, keeps a safe distance.]
I wouldn't, if I were you, most of the things here tend to think humans are on the menu.