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Jan 06, 2009 03:09

Hastur, the King In Yellow, shambles home wearing a form he never thought he'd end up wearing. Ever ( Read more... )

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metody_green January 13 2009, 16:18:15 UTC
Pushy, pushy, pushy. Flavious darned well better not expect any sort of snogging. Metody draws the line at clicking mouth parts.

He taps on the door, a basket over one arm, then stifles a yawn.

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4_20_100 January 14 2009, 12:19:05 UTC
Seriously? Right now he'll settle for a few quiet moments' conversation with someone who doesn't look at him as if to say 'GOOD GODDAMN, THAT'S A FUCKIN HUGE BUG. PA, GET THE CYANIDE.'

There's a shuffling sound at the other side of the door, then it opens. He peers through, all eyes and snout and antennae.

"Oh! Metody! Hullo!" He opens the door the rest of the way to let Metody in. "Thank you for coming...here." As usual, it seems consonants on top of other consonants in English are not his friends at the moment. "Can I get you some--thing?"

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metody_green January 14 2009, 18:35:05 UTC
"May I have some water?"

He smiles a touch uncertainly, a bit intimidated by the over large and alien shape. "I brought food. Um. I'm not sure what you like to eat now, so there's a pretty big spread of things."

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