That old book smell
10-05-2021, 03:40 PM
Emile followed Gwynevere's lead, both in tying up his bundle and then out of her room and towards the pharmacy. He was somehow even slower going down the stairs, some part of him sure that even if the young woman could do it that he'd mess it up somehow, and so his going was slow, head tipped back to copy her own strategy. He breathed a sigh of relief, around his bundle, when his paws were once more on solid ground and trotted to catch up with Gwyn. He gently placed his precious bundle down next to her own. She thanked him and he nodded shyly, his gaze dropping as he spoke softly: "Wwwwwas there more?" Both in terms of things she wanted brought down or in terms of other things he could do to help. "Speech" |
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Emile has a ring of jagged scars around his right eye from the events of the ooze, most of his art do not show this. His profile has been updated to reflect this.
Updated 04/30/23: Still on indefinite scarcity, please do not remind me of threads I am behind on right now.