( Aoba lets out a puff at that comment, resting his hands on his hips and standing up straight to appraise the man before him with a bit of a scowl. )

I'm not really sweaty.

( god, Crowley, rude. he's just a little sweaty. not that his being so fairskinned helps his claim, cheeks catching just the slightest fade of pink from his weaving stint. following was... something he just sort of did, and now that he's here, he's a little embarrassed about it. only a little, though. It's not like wanting to say hello is all that strange. )

I thought it was you—didn't want to lose you before I could say hi. It's weird to see you here.

( you know, outside of vague memeland and inside of vague musebox land. the smile he's fallen into says he isn't displeased about it. silly, maybe, and more than a little weird, but Crowley's probably caught on that he's a bit of a weirdo by now.

ah. but if he's here, does that mean he's busy? Aoba blinks with that realization before rubbing his neck, )

Sorry, am I keep you from something? I'll let you go.

( off to do Very Important Vampire Things...? )