His apartment was set up well within the AV field - and just to make sure, his little bone creatures bounced and pounced in a circle around it. They were easy enough to step over, though a few collided amusingly once they had to include Pat in the circling.
Metody answered the door with a smile. The scent of brownies drifted out around him.
"Hi!" Hugstime! And stepping carefully around the critters time!
"I've brought you a tunic, so we don't have to be ridiculously careful about your movements. And I brought a strigil and oil, just in case you were still plastered with glitter." She smirks.
"Come in, I made brownies and cocoa." He holds the door open for her.
He makes a face. "Pat, I will never be so dirty that I think a strigil and oil is the way to go. Covering myself in oil will never mean 'clean' to me."
Besides. He's mostly free of glitter, except for his hair.
"Ooh, thank you!" She'll come on in. "I will admit the future has improved soap. I just didn't know how much it could handle. Figured it was better to try than regret not trying." Smile. And extra smile for more and more chocolatey smell.
He grins, and bounds over to cut her a brownie. "Oh, you'd be amazed at how specialized its gotten. There's even this orange colored soap goop with ground pumice in it for abrasive cleaning. So worst come to worst, I could just scrub off the top layer of my skin."
Metody takes a nibble of the brownie, then turns to the stove to deal with the cocoa. "You want some coffee in your cocoa?"
"It's really mostly used for cleaning off hands after working on greasy engines."
He gives her a 1:2 mix of coffee to cocoa, then takes a sip and offers it over. "Mngh - bitter. But that probably means it's got just enough sugar for anyone but me."
He smiles at her, then holds out his arm for the tunic. "Here, I ought to put that on and see what's left uncovered. I don't remember, exactly. I was so distracted by the scenery."
He grins, though he's not terribly thrilled with the possibility of having to remove some of his protections.
Pat happily hands it over. "I don't think anyone'll be looking closely enough to be bothered by a bit of the tattoos showing. Now, if they could see all of you, they'd wonder how you got to be so rich." Extra-grinning grin. "Or maybe they'd be distracted by the scenery too, I don't know."
"Ah..." He grins, shedding his shirt, then twists to show her his spine. There are plates of bone over it, each one not-coincidentally shaped like a leaf. "I suspect these would attract some comment, unfortunately. But they're easy enough to pull off."
"It's very clever, but yeah, you'll need to take the top few off, if that's not hard." She frowns ever-so-slightly wondering why he took up the habit in the first place, but then smiles at him.
Metody answered the door with a smile. The scent of brownies drifted out around him.
"Hello!"
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"I've brought you a tunic, so we don't have to be ridiculously careful about your movements. And I brought a strigil and oil, just in case you were still plastered with glitter." She smirks.
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He makes a face. "Pat, I will never be so dirty that I think a strigil and oil is the way to go. Covering myself in oil will never mean 'clean' to me."
Besides. He's mostly free of glitter, except for his hair.
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Metody takes a nibble of the brownie, then turns to the stove to deal with the cocoa. "You want some coffee in your cocoa?"
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"Sounds great!" Pat appreciates rapid brownie access, sir.
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He gives her a 1:2 mix of coffee to cocoa, then takes a sip and offers it over. "Mngh - bitter. But that probably means it's got just enough sugar for anyone but me."
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He grins, though he's not terribly thrilled with the possibility of having to remove some of his protections.
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"Tattoos mean wealth?"
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