Feelings //Crowley//

Trixie puffed out her cigarette smoke before dropping the burning out cigarette and she stomped it out with the bottom of her black, three inch heels. She sighed heavily, the whole Abbadon vs Crowley crap was getting on her nerves, she just wanted the King to be the King and that be it. But no, there was competition. There is always competition. Whether you are Human, Leviathan or even a Demon; you will have some haters who think their are more powerful than you are.

She adjusted her black suit jacket and skirt before her heels clicked against the floorboards as she went towards Crowley's place and she gently knocked on the door before slowly entering, her eyes flashing about as she tried to be as gentle as possible as she closed the front door behind her.

"My King? Are you in here?" She called out as she hoped to give him some details on the Abbadon business. The King, Crowley, had begun to have issues with being addicted to Human blood, but Trixie generously had some packets in her bag, it was from the local hospital that she stole the blood from - using a doctor meatsuit of course.

Trixie opened her bag up and began to take out the Human blood packets from it and placed them gently on the countertops of Crowley's accommodation's kitchen. She hoped her King was doing alright. After all of this Abbadon business, she could only estimate how much stress the poor Demon must have been feeling...