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b100b100dbeast[Up in the library, Equius has nabbed some blank scrolls, stolen some paints from the Bower, and is messily finger painting some rather suggestive artwork depicting an extremely muscular half-horse-half-humanoid creature.
A beast of true muscle.
Suddenly, a tight metal shackle appears over his wrist, much to his surprise and displeasure. When the video function activates, any reader will be treated to a brief glimpse of some very... awkward art. You won't get a chance to stare for too long as there's suddenly a fist with a pair of cuffs on the screen.]
Why can't a STRONG noble be left alone in this intolerable keep, to appreciate some of the finer tastes in life? What benefit could one possibly get from inconveniencing me any further?
A beast of true muscle.
Suddenly, a tight metal shackle appears over his wrist, much to his surprise and displeasure. When the video function activates, any reader will be treated to a brief glimpse of some very... awkward art. You won't get a chance to stare for too long as there's suddenly a fist with a pair of cuffs on the screen.]
Why can't a STRONG noble be left alone in this intolerable keep, to appreciate some of the finer tastes in life? What benefit could one possibly get from inconveniencing me any further?
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Date: 2011-12-04 04:49 am (UTC)[Equius would rather save his glares for something else. Like the lake. Or butterflies.]
Have you thought of what you wanted to do?
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Date: 2011-12-04 04:56 am (UTC)[ audio ]
Date: 2011-12-04 05:30 am (UTC)[He wasn't really certain, but didn't feel like it'd be very nice to make his
matespritdate panic.]