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Wwho: That big dumb fish Orphaner Dualscar
Wwhere: Inside his hive, apartment 1 of Ordo
Wwhat: He's been sulking for a couple of days. Probably no one's noticed. Wwoe.
Wwhen: Eveningish, I guess? Any time people want to come knocking on his door.
Style: Any. I'll start in prose, but follow you.
Status: Open
It had been a rough couple of weeks for Dualscar. Starting with his death, and then culminating with two people telling him in quick succession that no, it's not you, it's me. Not that he really even wanted either of them. He'd just been giving them a chance, being nice. Anyway, he had Mindfang back, though she seemed far more interested in doing just about anything but spending time with him.
More importantly, he wasn't going anywhere near her while that stupid thought bubble was still floating around beside his head. His thoughts were far too black, too preoccupied with things he'd rather she not know about, not ever, like jadeblood slaves.
It was his lot to be alone, that's all. So he'd spent the last couple of days holed up in his hive, watching stupid television and reading books and sulking in the spa and wishing that the Condesce were here. She cared for him. She'd have made him feel better.
Weh.
Wwhere: Inside his hive, apartment 1 of Ordo
Wwhat: He's been sulking for a couple of days. Probably no one's noticed. Wwoe.
Wwhen: Eveningish, I guess? Any time people want to come knocking on his door.
Style: Any. I'll start in prose, but follow you.
Status: Open
It had been a rough couple of weeks for Dualscar. Starting with his death, and then culminating with two people telling him in quick succession that no, it's not you, it's me. Not that he really even wanted either of them. He'd just been giving them a chance, being nice. Anyway, he had Mindfang back, though she seemed far more interested in doing just about anything but spending time with him.
More importantly, he wasn't going anywhere near her while that stupid thought bubble was still floating around beside his head. His thoughts were far too black, too preoccupied with things he'd rather she not know about, not ever, like jadeblood slaves.
It was his lot to be alone, that's all. So he'd spent the last couple of days holed up in his hive, watching stupid television and reading books and sulking in the spa and wishing that the Condesce were here. She cared for him. She'd have made him feel better.
Weh.