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Who: Orphaner Dualscar and YOU!
Where: Wandering about the city. I haven't gotten old Douchefin out and about in a while.
When:Style: Starting with prose, but I'm fine with following your lead
Status: Open!
[It has been so many sweeps since he's simply been able to walk around without a care in the world.
Despite himself, he has to admit that he's becoming comfortable here. He hasn't seen the Grand Highblood in a little while, though he's well-aware of his proximity when he's at his hive at Ordo. He has a moirail who seems to be doing a good job of keeping him calm and stable, not to mention a kismesis to keep him entertained. The emotional hurts of various romantic failures have lost their sting.
He's turned to other pursuits now, and has picked up reading again, and watching television, and even swimming for the pure pleasure of it. It seems as though even the threat of sea monsters is not one that will arrive any time soon.
He picks up an ice cream at a vendor and wanders along, nibbling at it delicately with his sharp teeth. It's a vice that he's picked up here, and he loves the sweetness and the biting cold of it.
Feel free to bother him. He's in such a terribly good mood]
Where: Wandering about the city. I haven't gotten old Douchefin out and about in a while.
When:Style: Starting with prose, but I'm fine with following your lead
Status: Open!
[It has been so many sweeps since he's simply been able to walk around without a care in the world.
Despite himself, he has to admit that he's becoming comfortable here. He hasn't seen the Grand Highblood in a little while, though he's well-aware of his proximity when he's at his hive at Ordo. He has a moirail who seems to be doing a good job of keeping him calm and stable, not to mention a kismesis to keep him entertained. The emotional hurts of various romantic failures have lost their sting.
He's turned to other pursuits now, and has picked up reading again, and watching television, and even swimming for the pure pleasure of it. It seems as though even the threat of sea monsters is not one that will arrive any time soon.
He picks up an ice cream at a vendor and wanders along, nibbling at it delicately with his sharp teeth. It's a vice that he's picked up here, and he loves the sweetness and the biting cold of it.
Feel free to bother him. He's in such a terribly good mood]