KidMystic
space-god
"23," the crimson haired man blurted out, "And, I know, I'm the youngest here. You all feel really ancient." Catching on to the fact that they were nearing his room in the manor Xander mumbled a quick incantation that had his bags following behind him in the air. This was only a sliver into his true powers. "Phil, I know the whole 'your demon master is your conduit to your power' thing is mostly unspoken, but are you gonna make me do some dumb sh*t just to keep my gifts?" The man was seriously concerned, remembering what his uncle's master did to him--the likes of which were too dreadful to even think of."Sorry." The demon cringed, taking note that this was probably the first of many times that he would get this wrong. "But I mean, let's be honest, who doesn't like to wear polyester blended capes?" Crowley chuckled at his own joke for a bit, before realizing that no one else found it humorous. His pointed hears wilted in a bit of embarrassment, before leading Alex down the hall to his room. "So, how old are you, Xander?"