[ Finishing the remainder of the deer heart, Crowley uses his thumb to lap up any blood on the corners of his mouth. The question is met with a blink of his eyes that hold a certain, almost childish, glint -- suddenly going wide and curious, tail wagging from side to side to give evidence to his excitement. His entire demeanor seems to change instantly, and Crowley doesn't bother to play coy with his answer: ]
Of course.
[ UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I HATE WRITING THISSSSSSS I HATE CROWLEY'S JUST GONNA CASUALLY corner Dex like he would an animal. It should be fairly easy, at least that is how the werepie imagines as he closes the distance between them and places heavy hands on the other's shoulders. ] I'm still hungry, after all. [ And he's just gonna... push him to the ground using his weight. ] And you smell good enough to eat~
ruins it
Of course.
[ UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I HATE WRITING THISSSSSSS I HATE CROWLEY'S JUST GONNA CASUALLY corner Dex like he would an animal. It should be fairly easy, at least that is how the werepie imagines as he closes the distance between them and places heavy hands on the other's shoulders. ] I'm still hungry, after all. [ And he's just gonna... push him to the ground using his weight. ] And you smell good enough to eat~