Apartment of Ormulus, Late Evening [[NWS... but not till later]]

[ascended_being]

Orlin had had a quiet day. He was exactly moping, but he wasn't his normal happy self. Currently, he was just sitting on the couch with Scathadh on his lap staring at the wall.
Because walls are fascinating.
Shut Up.

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[godinakilt]

Camulus hadn't chosen the mimoth-infested apartment next door to try to get away from Orlin. He needed to get work down and for some reason he rationalised that he could do this better by being under constant seige by tusked balls of fur than in Orlin's quiet apartment.

He was limping and his left ankle was bleeding when he slipped into Orlin's apartment, dozens of little puncture wounds breaking the skin.

[ascended_being]

Orlin? Still staring at the wall. One could say comatose.

[godinakilt]

Camulus didn't say anything as he limped for the bathroom in search of bandages. The silence was screaming with things unsaid.

[ascended_being]

When the door to the bathroom slammed, Orlin jerked out of his reverie.

He looked over his sholder and say the door was closed.

Getting up, he placed Scathadh on the floor, and padded over to the door and went to open it.