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| Ahhh, at last. I'm back to my old self again.
*he chuckles--his usual violet eyeshadow and white lipstick are missing, no thanks to Dhaos, but it's definitely Ghirahim again.*
Now that all the excitement is over, I can get back to what I do best. Although...I must say, the humiliation of being in such a delicate body for an entire week has left me a bit... frustrated, to say the least.
I don't suppose anyone would want to assist in the venting of that frustration...
I promise I won't do something so drastic as murder.
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| *after his initial project was well-received by its new owner, Ghirahim has been very busy! He's seated crosslegged on a floor, looking absolutely giddy and--maybe even happy. He gestures to the stacks of fabric of all kinds and colors that surround him.*
I've brought far too many supplies home with me on impulse, as you can see. So I was wondering if any of you--or perhaps all of you!--might like to suggest something for me to create. Something to wear. I would need...assistance. I would have to get measurements, after all. Someone to stand still for me as I work! But it won't take long. An afternoon or a night, depending on what I'm making.
*he chuckles.* Or even a morning and a day, if you would prefer. I'm not easily exhausted. | |
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| Hello lovelies~! I've been wondering... Does anyone know where I can find some fabric and sewing materials?
I've been thinking about some things and... at the moment I want to try my hand at sewing and the such... | |
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| *Oh hey, it's Mr. I-Hate-Technology. Without his red cloak on. ...Did he actually go and find himself an apartment?! That sure looks like a bed he's on. Only his eyes are visible, the rest of his face buried against a pillow. He stares at the device for a while before he finally raises his head.*
Now that most of the excitement is over with....
How exactly is one expected to go about "changing their nature"? | |
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| [ Sophie is seated today, by the fountain in the plaza, but she doesn't seem very perky as usual. If anything there's a bit of a frown on her normally inexpressive face. She tucks her head against her knees with a sigh. Tiger Festival is with her, naturally, walking along the edge of the fountain and trying to bat at the water with his paw. ]
It hurts.
It hurts.
My head hurts.
[ She's had a lot of complicated questions to ask lately, and some of them have been pinging her memory. Or what of if she's trying to recollect. Abruptly she is startled out of her thoughts by the sound of a -plunk- and a loud mewing, and she turns to scoop the cat out of the water. ]
You can't do that Tiger Festival. You don't have gills, so you'll drown if you try to go under the water.
[ The bedraggled kitten just huddles close and meows like the world is /ending/ ohgod he got WEEEEEEEEEET. ] | |
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| *the feed cuts on with Ghirahim looking the device over in his hands, clearly amused by the shape. A starfish, how silly. It should be diamond shaped.*
Such an absurd little toy.
*in the attempt of seeing what it does, he cuts the feed. Oops.*
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