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[ Devit is seated in a wide-open room on a pile made up of a combination of bean back chairs and pillows. His forehead is still smeared with ash from earlier in the day but he seems less concerned with that and more interested in tuning the acoustic guitar in his lap.
Until one of the strings snaps and hits him in the face. ]
--ow! Shit! Damn thing...
[ ooc; someone went to Mass today, and will soon be conducting his charitable act: bathing Tykis♥ sob don't shoot. I'll be picking up my other tags too don't worry, I'm on them~ ]
Until one of the strings snaps and hits him in the face. ]
--ow! Shit! Damn thing...
[ ooc; someone went to Mass today, and will soon be conducting his charitable act: bathing Tykis♥ sob don't shoot. I'll be picking up my other tags too don't worry, I'm on them~ ]