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[the_white_sheep]

*stands -- he's too used to being on his feet, a side effect of his everlasting, finely honed paranoia* *so, simply stands, watching anyone who may pass by but staying quiet, unless he should be directly addressed -- which is encouraged*

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[ciderandcats]

*a short, ginger-haired woman nearly walks into him, as she is focusing on a book, but is stopped by the warning meow of a lean grey cat on her shoulders* *blinks* Hello.

[the_white_sheep]

*raises an eyebrow and gives a faint, wry grin* Hello there. What's so interesting that requires the innocent placement of other human beings to take a backseat? * -- this is sarcasm, obviously. anyone with even the slightest hint of snark-radar should, within two seconds of meeting Lethe, have it be going off liek whoa.*

[ciderandcats]

*simply* Spell memorization. I would like to make sure anyone I want to turn into a toad does not end up as a dragon. *closes the book* I am sorry for almost running you over, however. *gazes up at him with a apraising look*

[the_white_sheep]

*is probably about a foot taller than her, come to think of it* *looks interested* Aha. That'd be useful, yes. And there's a slight difference between toads and dragons. *faint grin* It's all right, really. Getting run over is the least of my worries. *looks right back at her levelly*

[red_anemones]

*stops, watching him, silent, half-hidden behind a door, curious about him simply because he's quiet and unconfrontational*

*doesn't say anything. just watches, with no effort to be sly or any kind of realization that he's staring and it's impolite to stare. he merely watches, with an innocent lack of self-awareness as he does so*

[the_white_sheep]

*notices without seeing him -- he's rather good at that sort of thing*

*without turning, tone quite calm* If you keep staring, I may do a trick.

[red_anemones]

*in almost the same tone, but softer and highlighted with curiousity* What sort of trick?

[the_white_sheep]

Oh, I don't know. Speak in tongues, recite poetry, dodge death for the hundredth time.

[hadeslament]

*as his typist is still awake for some strange and unknown reason, shall sit a short distance away and flick something at his younger brother's head* *...why he's randomly flicking chocolates at people is a mystery that could possibly be solved simply by saying that he's completely insane*

[the_white_sheep]

*facepalms, not turning around* *and clearly agrees with the typist* You're insane, Cocytus.

[hadeslament]

*grins* Quite. *flicks another one* How have you been, Darling?

[the_white_sheep]

*ducks it and grins faintly* Alive. And you?