As scattered as his thoughts are, Crowley's pretty fixed on what he's doing, so at the sudden shaking of the table he glances up in abrupt confusion.
The quill crunches loudly in his grip before he realizes no, that's not Beelzebub, Beelzebub has less grey and more pustules. And would look more murder-y than - oh hello, her jaw's open very wide, that's interesting. To use one of several words.
"Hi." It is the world's most slow and cautious hi, trying to sound like an unconcerned drawl.
He drapes an arm over the paper, like a kid trying to cover doodling in his notebook. In the 'yes' column for potential classes, he has definitely written 'Astronomy.'
most Good Omens worldbuilding is super 'make it up as you go along' so go for it
The quill crunches loudly in his grip before he realizes no, that's not Beelzebub, Beelzebub has less grey and more pustules. And would look more murder-y than - oh hello, her jaw's open very wide, that's interesting. To use one of several words.
"Hi." It is the world's most slow and cautious hi, trying to sound like an unconcerned drawl.
He drapes an arm over the paper, like a kid trying to cover doodling in his notebook. In the 'yes' column for potential classes, he has definitely written 'Astronomy.'