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vatheon2013-03-26 10:34 pm
helmetdoesnothing) wrote in vatheon2013-03-26 10:34 pm
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Who: Mituna Captor and Nepeta Leijon
When: March 15th
Where: All around!
Style: Action
Status: Closed
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Mituna sat on the doorstep of his hive, only a few doors down in the same neighbourhood as his new friend Nepeta. He pressed his fingertips together and smiled faintly to himself as he thought that. A new friend. Someone who didn't pity him or treat him like an idiot, who didn't disguise belittlement as patience or openly poke fun at his lisp or his poor balance or deliberately aggravate him into fits of spluttered swearing. Someone he didn't need protecting from. After spending so long with the same group of trolls, half of whom he actively avoided and only a small number of which he truly enjoyed spending time with.
He didn't have his helmet on again today - something he'd been doing more frequently recently - so his hair was in its usual messy dandelion puff on top of his head, shifting slightly as he looked up and down the street. The clothes he had on obviously weren't his, and they were a little too big, really doing no favours for his already scarecrow-like stature. Of course, that was what this little trip out was all about.
The yellowblood fidgeted as he waited, tapping his feet against the floor and making distracted twitchy movements now and then, rubbing his thumbs across the insides of his fingers, shifting position only to shift back a moment later.
When: March 15th
Where: All around!
Style: Action
Status: Closed
---
Mituna sat on the doorstep of his hive, only a few doors down in the same neighbourhood as his new friend Nepeta. He pressed his fingertips together and smiled faintly to himself as he thought that. A new friend. Someone who didn't pity him or treat him like an idiot, who didn't disguise belittlement as patience or openly poke fun at his lisp or his poor balance or deliberately aggravate him into fits of spluttered swearing. Someone he didn't need protecting from. After spending so long with the same group of trolls, half of whom he actively avoided and only a small number of which he truly enjoyed spending time with.
He didn't have his helmet on again today - something he'd been doing more frequently recently - so his hair was in its usual messy dandelion puff on top of his head, shifting slightly as he looked up and down the street. The clothes he had on obviously weren't his, and they were a little too big, really doing no favours for his already scarecrow-like stature. Of course, that was what this little trip out was all about.
The yellowblood fidgeted as he waited, tapping his feet against the floor and making distracted twitchy movements now and then, rubbing his thumbs across the insides of his fingers, shifting position only to shift back a moment later.
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