Smile broadening, impossibly wider, Crowley slides out of bed, snapping his fingers as he does so to replace silk pyjamas with something more befitting of a… hunt. He rolls the word carefully around his thoughts, wondering what might be at the end to claim as his spoils. It had better not be bloody croissants…
Attempting to saunter, but with all of the chill of a child in a toy shop, Crowley makes his way towards his favourite statue. He raises an eyebrow as he reaches for the note and reads:
My dear Crowley,
Well done, my dear! I am pleased to see your mental faculties have not been depleted by your long sleep!
I must say, I have always been rather drawn to this statue. I can’t help but pause to examine it each time I visit you, which I have done on six occasions so far:
- 2nd of May
- 3rd of June
- 3rd of July
- 5th of August
- 3rd of September
- 3rd of October
Or have I got the order muddled? They do say time has no meaning during lockdown…
I hope you’re enjoying our little game!