And then he has to go be weird again

[killedwithlove]

Who: Cole + Anyone willing to come find him on the Pathstone
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Cole's bunk on the Pathstone
When: Now ish?

[Usually, Cole manages a fairly good impression of amicably odd. And, normally, he's a fairly stable person, at the least he's out and about and piloting and generally sticking his nose into people's hurts to help them.

But he's retreated into his heretofore unused bunk for the last day or so. He talks to himself a lot in a whisper and worse, he seems to have wrangled up paint from somewhere, because on the floor outside his bunk, there's painted writing.]

A gold sonnet

[The handwriting is sharp and rushed and unpracticed.]

Comments

[killedwithlove]

... he's Fen'Harel.

[Duh, Crowley. Who else do you think he is but him?]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley raises one slender eyebrow, before laughing. ]

Are you sassing me? You are, aren't you? Wow. I'm actually a little proud right now.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole tilts his head to the side and offers nothing that would suggest one way or the other if that's true.]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley still looks amused. ]

Good job, kid, good job. I'll leave you to your...whatever it is.

[killedwithlove]

Painting. It's called 'painting'.

[onlyanapple]

[Eyebrow quirk. That's two in a short period, good job, Cole. The sass is growing strong. ]

Yes. The painting. You...carry on with that.

[killedwithlove]

I was going to.

[Which is promptly does, turning back to the wall and paint.]

[onlyanapple]

Well, have fun, kid.

[He'll head off to leave Cole to his painting. ]