Moving awkwardly, Crowley reaches behind himself - hisses, at the way the movement bunches and stretches the skin of his shoulders.
He tugs at something tucked into the back of his belt, and when his hand comes back into view, one finger is hooked clumsily through the trigger-loop of a small water pistol.
"You said it yourself," Crowley says, looking up at Raguel.
He takes the pistol in the flat of his other hand, hefting it gently before putting it to one side.
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Moving awkwardly, Crowley reaches behind himself - hisses, at the way the movement bunches and stretches the skin of his shoulders.
He tugs at something tucked into the back of his belt, and when his hand comes back into view, one finger is hooked clumsily through the trigger-loop of a small water pistol.
"You said it yourself," Crowley says, looking up at Raguel.
He takes the pistol in the flat of his other hand, hefting it gently before putting it to one side.
"Selves change."