Leaning on the doorframe, Crowley removes his hat, as the knuckles of his other hands rap on the rich varnished wood. It's a nice day (if, by the demon's standards, a little crisp); he'd wrapped up and made the walk from one end of New Mayfair to the other.
(It's... something, that he's still keyed to the front door. Crowley's not entirely sure what it is, but it's something.)
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Date: 2007-08-28 03:58 pm (UTC)(and he came with his bag and he came with his)
Leaning on the doorframe, Crowley removes his hat, as the knuckles of his other hands rap on the rich varnished wood. It's a nice day (if, by the demon's standards, a little crisp); he'd wrapped up and made the walk from one end of New Mayfair to the other.
(It's... something, that he's still keyed to the front door. Crowley's not entirely sure what it is, but it's something.)