Matt Jamison - OC baby one more time - my Milliways is killing me
It seems like he's always coming in here in his pajamas.
One barefoot sex mage enters, dressed (indeed) in his old sushi boxers and CAFFEINE: fictional tour 2025 band t-shirt. Matt's hair is messier than usual, and he looks like he hasn't slept.
(He has.
He just can't remember it too well.)
"Nnngh," he says, somnambulating up to the Bar. "Hey, my planet for some tea. And, uh." The thought strikes him. "Copy of The Tempest?"
Both appear. But for a slow, sleepy moment, Matt doesn't look as if he knows what to do with either.
[ooc: hey babies! open until it scrolls and/or I call "uncle."]
One barefoot sex mage enters, dressed (indeed) in his old sushi boxers and CAFFEINE: fictional tour 2025 band t-shirt. Matt's hair is messier than usual, and he looks like he hasn't slept.
(He has.
He just can't remember it too well.)
"Nnngh," he says, somnambulating up to the Bar. "Hey, my planet for some tea. And, uh." The thought strikes him. "Copy of The Tempest?"
Both appear. But for a slow, sleepy moment, Matt doesn't look as if he knows what to do with either.
[ooc: hey babies! open until it scrolls and/or I call "uncle."]