he is not here to say, because he is busy having a near-oblivion experience. the zap-fence sigil on angie's door dissipates under her touch, no need to even hunt down his stupid bastard bloodstone key.
ANYWAY TIME TO DESCRIBE MY CHARACTER'S BEDROOM TO YOU IN LAVISH DETAIL firstly, goddamn, look at that bed. there's more of those horrible gaudy pillows in here. he's definitely taken all the comfiest for himself. there's a window by his bed, with the curtains parted. it's been pushed open just enough a lynx-songbird gryphon can fit inside. you can hear, see, smell the rain.
covering most of the floor he spends most of his time standing on there's a high-pile red rug with a pattern of one large red rose.
there are stacks, stacks of notebooks. books from the library, fiction, librettos, guide books to one particular Daffodil's homeworld. trinkets sequestered in pretty boxes, more hidden down in the drawers of a bureau. two pieces of Azdaja's same horn laying out on a doily, one keratin, one stone.
perfumes, cosmetics, tokens from others and tokens, taken from random places out and about just because. a green memory coin. his own memory coins, carefully tabulated in a handmade wooden container, all in their own lil slots with room for more.
surprisingly for the months he's been here, there's still a haybale in his room, set on its side to use as a seat. it's got some strands of angie's fur left on it. maybe he just got accustomed to it when there wasn't any better option...
also angie has a closet full of every cutely gaudy rose outfit she's ever seen him wear and more, his lovingly maintained slutty canon outfit, that dress she railed him in, and a few other special event clothes i'm too lazy to track down rn. boy this guy has a lot of high heeled boots.]
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Date: 2024-04-14 03:39 am (UTC)he is not here to say, because he is busy having a near-oblivion experience.
the zap-fence sigil on angie's door dissipates under her touch, no need to even hunt down his stupid bastard bloodstone key.
ANYWAY TIME TO DESCRIBE MY CHARACTER'S BEDROOM TO YOU IN LAVISH DETAIL
firstly, goddamn, look at that bed. there's more of those horrible gaudy pillows in here. he's definitely taken all the comfiest for himself.
there's a window by his bed, with the curtains parted. it's been pushed open just enough a lynx-songbird gryphon can fit inside. you can hear, see, smell the rain.
covering most of the floor he spends most of his time standing on there's a high-pile red rug with a pattern of one large red rose.
there are stacks, stacks of notebooks. books from the library, fiction, librettos, guide books to one particular Daffodil's homeworld. trinkets sequestered in pretty boxes, more hidden down in the drawers of a bureau. two pieces of Azdaja's same horn laying out on a doily, one keratin, one stone.
perfumes, cosmetics, tokens from others and tokens, taken from random places out and about just because. a green memory coin. his own memory coins, carefully tabulated in a handmade wooden container, all in their own lil slots with room for more.
surprisingly for the months he's been here, there's still a haybale in his room, set on its side to use as a seat. it's got some strands of angie's fur left on it. maybe he just got accustomed to it when there wasn't any better option...
also angie has a closet full of every cutely gaudy rose outfit she's ever seen him wear and more, his lovingly maintained slutty canon outfit, that dress she railed him in, and a few other special event clothes i'm too lazy to track down rn. boy this guy has a lot of high heeled boots.]