[ Crowley can hardly blame Blake for his lack of boundaries given the murkiness of Crowley's own and he's not annoyed with Blake, per se, but he is annoyed in general. ]
One moment!
[ Through the door, Blake might hear Crowley scrambling around to neaten his bed and make sure he hasn't left a syringe out.
It takes nearly a minute for Crowley to open the door and when he does, his shirt's half-unbuttoned with his undershirt showing and his pants are a wrinkled mess, as if he's slept in them. On top of the disarray of his clothing, he looks just slightly out of it. ]
action;
One moment!
[ Through the door, Blake might hear Crowley scrambling around to neaten his bed and make sure he hasn't left a syringe out.
It takes nearly a minute for Crowley to open the door and when he does, his shirt's half-unbuttoned with his undershirt showing and his pants are a wrinkled mess, as if he's slept in them. On top of the disarray of his clothing, he looks just slightly out of it. ]
Hello, Darling.