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[forrestertailor]

"There's lots of ways to do that." Luka thinks back to a suit of armor he once saw in the enemy line. In modern eyes it was a round, clownish helmet with bulbous staring eyes and a grate for the mouth set in a foolish grin. Closed in glass and cleaned for museum goers it looks silly today. But at the time, blood spattered and running full tilt towards him, it certainly struck fear into even his undead heart. "I can think of a few. If you like you can look even more like Bozo the Clown."

He pokes at Crowley's red hair as he quips.

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[hortusanguis]

Crowley doesn't even have time to snap over being smacked, and he seems amused enough over getting under the vampire's skin that he lets it go. It's a dangerous game, striking a demon. Even for vampires.

Still, he might get a new outfit out of this, and depending on big Luka's ego is, it may well be worth a damn.

So Crowley stands, moves as necessary, lets Luka go about his work.

"I'll pay for it when I see it."