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Well, now. Should we do another "it's a such-and-such" intro? Of course, what "it" is is a good question, beyond the obvious fact that it's not really an it but a he or him or whatever masculine pronoun goes there. Then again, that only really matters if one actually cares what he is beyond the fact that he's male and around the shorter side of average and apparently fond of tight-ish clothes and wandering around the mansion with the look of one who is wandering simply for the sake of wandering and is actually pretty much bored out of his mind (and possessing of a typist who rambles).
He stops and stands in the middle of a room as if he should probably be leaning back against something, balancing mostly on one foot with his legs crossed at the ankles and thumbs hooked into the pockets of a torn-up pair of blue jeans that would make his father scowl and-- "Hi."
Typis: Introducing Fredrick Cooper Connolly, who will never tell anyone his first or last name. He's the son of Meresin and an artist who said Machinist completely and utterly failed to tempt into a life of wasted talent. Somewhere in between, there son is...a special breed. This can all be blamed on Maja (as usual) and Peri.
He stops and stands in the middle of a room as if he should probably be leaning back against something, balancing mostly on one foot with his legs crossed at the ankles and thumbs hooked into the pockets of a torn-up pair of blue jeans that would make his father scowl and-- "Hi."
Typis: Introducing Fredrick Cooper Connolly, who will never tell anyone his first or last name. He's the son of Meresin and an artist who said Machinist completely and utterly failed to tempt into a life of wasted talent. Somewhere in between, there son is...a special breed. This can all be blamed on Maja (as usual) and Peri.