Xan
The Obsolete Dreamer
Soren Nystrom
Soren nearly leaped out of his skin at the suddenly large hug he found himself enveloped in, his small frame pretty much engulfed. "It's... no problem? And that's very nice," the male said, sounding bewildered, his hand going to give Crowley a few soft, small pats on the back. He had no idea how important authors were to evil incarnate.
"I sat outside watching birds for 4 hours, I assure you if I had someone I was romantically interested in, I'd already be with them." Soren said with a light laugh, extracting himself from the man and curling his umbrella to his chest.
Soren nearly leaped out of his skin at the suddenly large hug he found himself enveloped in, his small frame pretty much engulfed. "It's... no problem? And that's very nice," the male said, sounding bewildered, his hand going to give Crowley a few soft, small pats on the back. He had no idea how important authors were to evil incarnate.
"I sat outside watching birds for 4 hours, I assure you if I had someone I was romantically interested in, I'd already be with them." Soren said with a light laugh, extracting himself from the man and curling his umbrella to his chest.