Crowley stares at Raguel, mouth hanging ever so slightly open, before giving a strangled, coughing laugh. Elbows on his knees, he presses his eyes to the back of his hands, and says;
"I can't believe I'm sitting here trying to have a rational political discussion with you."
"The Reavers, Raguel," he repeats, then, without looking up.
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Date: 2007-07-31 10:56 pm (UTC)"I can't believe I'm sitting here trying to have a rational political discussion with you."
"The Reavers, Raguel," he repeats, then, without looking up.
The palms of his hands are an angry, mottled red.