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When Rousseau left, promising to return, Crowley had noticed something was wrong. But she was independent, and fiery by nature; the last thing he wanted to do was give the young woman the wrong message by smothering her. Things like this were difficult to gauge. So he waited. And waited. And eventually, he began to worry. Worrying, as he'd but it before, was his job, and right now he was worried about Rousseau. The streets of Paris were safer than they'd been in years, but not completely so, and even if they were, there had to be something wrong. Crowley set his drink down, making sure to say his goodnights just in case he stayed occupied, and then slipped out of the bar. ---- Post-Liberation ! Sorry for any ooc dialogue I actually couldn't find much to reference for Crowley and they don't have many lines to begin with 😭 plus my tendency to ramble gets into them sometimes Love these guys though ♥️ NOT A SHIP !!!
Mon Ami
