#crowley01

God... Just when he thinks he’s finally seen it all of this place, it just keeps getting bigger and bigger. Do the cities just grow on their own whim whenever it feels like it? --Shit, he must have too much time on his hands now if he’s actually considering a giant city to have it’s own thought process. 

                                  Note to self: Find a new client soon, ASAP. 

How long has he been wondering this time? --More so, where has he wondered into? Guess it’s time to look up the local map again.. Maybe there’s a park somewhere to rest for the time being? At least a park bench is some-what cleaner than a street bench, right? 

 “Oh....oh yes...thats good....mmm...yes....” 

why was he making such sinful sounds? well he was drinking in his large office , in his large mansion in his large home within the mountains. All by himself, which was sad but he looks happy. 

      If there was one thing Remy enjoyed, it was music. Okay, that wasn’t to say there weren’t a lot of things he liked. He was a man of pleasure--- he liked things that felt good--- perhaps it was why he had a classic case of addictive personality, with the smoking, drinking, gambling--- well. Let’s not point out all his flaws. It was nice to just... Sit and enjoy some live music-- he would prefer some swing or some blues right about now, but he could live with anything, really. And they put on quite a nice show over here for this. He wasn’t one to preform, he’d keep himself out of the spotlight. Instead, he would just enjoy the sounds, sitting off to the side, idly flipping some cards.