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[angeloffire_]

*as good moods go, this one is even better than most ridiculously good moods, even when compared to most of Xathanael's ridiculously good moods; as a result of this, he cannot stay still for longer than a few minutes -- luckily, this would happen to be one of those interludes, and so he's sprawled on his back on the floor in some fairly accessible room somewhere, still grinning broadly with his head pillowed on his arms, looking a little mussed and exhausted (it's from the airguitaring and general rocking out like a complete idiot, actually, don't blame Brynne this time)*

*there's a stack of CDs, tapes, and jewel cases next to him, all practically covered in Sharpie scribbles, and the smallish orange cat curled up on his stomach should probably be noticed*

*plz feel free to bother the bouncy Hades*