Word: Wander

Word Count: 100

Crowley wandered to the—

No.

Crowley does not wander. Wandering is horribly aimless and ineffably plain.

No, Crowley saunters, he slides, he strides, and he keeps his eyes focused on the prize. His sarcastic bows are forcefully short and abrupt; his flourishes carry the experience of thousands of years of in sarcasm. Every movement is ground into perfection and every word carries piercing intention. He's a sexy, honed, devilishly handsome comeback king and oh baby, does he have plans.

Crowley scoffed. Wander. Right. He slammed the book shut with a bang. Bloody Chuck. He really had to correct his verbiage.