[The only thing truly horrifying about the sudden influx of tentacles in the hallway is how entirely nonplussed Crawford feels about them. It couldn't just be that he had some forewarning about their presence, oh no, but rather he's already seen so much worse, courtesy of the deranged and the depraved that usually share his residence.
It's with no small show of annoyance, he steps around some unidentified goo left by said tentacles, as he makes his way to the kitchen for a coffee and the broom. When one of the tentacles attempts to get a little friendly on the return trip, he strikes it with a loud crack, and has the beautiful daydream (not vision, unfortunately) of inflicting the same punishment on whichever idiot caused this latest inconvenience. How's that for benevolence?
When the sound of footsteps approaching catches his attention, he pauses, realizing this may be his chance at some answers. He turns with a sharp smile.]
Crawford | Weiß Kreuz | God (Obviously)
[The only thing truly horrifying about the sudden influx of tentacles in the hallway is how entirely nonplussed Crawford feels about them. It couldn't just be that he had some forewarning about their presence, oh no, but rather he's already seen so much worse, courtesy of the deranged and the depraved that usually share his residence.
It's with no small show of annoyance, he steps around some unidentified goo left by said tentacles, as he makes his way to the kitchen for a coffee and the broom. When one of the tentacles attempts to get a little friendly on the return trip, he strikes it with a loud crack, and has the beautiful daydream (not vision, unfortunately) of inflicting the same punishment on whichever idiot caused this latest inconvenience. How's that for benevolence?
When the sound of footsteps approaching catches his attention, he pauses, realizing this may be his chance at some answers. He turns with a sharp smile.]
Care to explain what this is all about?
|| WILDCARD