[ crea has been... keeping to himself, mostly, since after the trial. after such emotional lows, he doesn't know what else to do but lick the reopened wounds on his own. he's tired in a way that no amount of sleep would fix, muscles heavy.
but the moment that he hears beelzebub's stomach, loud as always, crea basically scrambles from where he's at to his side.
once he's there, however, words fail him. what can he say? is there anything to say at all? ]
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but the moment that he hears beelzebub's stomach, loud as always, crea basically scrambles from where he's at to his side.
once he's there, however, words fail him. what can he say? is there anything to say at all? ]