[The Medicine Seller =/= a fan of kissing. He's not a prude and he has nothing against all the rest of you making out to your hearts content.

But if you don't mind, he's going to sit this one out.

Or try anyway. Not much kissing trouble he can get into if he doesn't go out wandering today. Though really, he'd be outside if he could but get to the ( Read more... )

[The screen on the communicator is swinging wildly, and my what a mess is going on down below. Where ever the Medicine Seller is, it's somewhere up high, and what looks like the world ugliest moshers are down below, a pack of five, maybe six reavers doing their damn best to get at him ( Read more... )