[Felix would be, of course, absolutely right in that assessment. Crowley is in his room, curled up in as many blankets as he could flinch, hating every second of this Someone-forsaken hunk of floating ice. ]
In my room on the Pathstone. Not stepping foot onto this fucking planet so don't even ask me to.
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In my room on the Pathstone. Not stepping foot onto this fucking planet so don't even ask me to.