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There's a wholly satisfied redhead strumming his guitar off in the corner as his python was curled up around one leg, looking ever so much like the world's longest, legless, hairless cat.
Pickles had too much happy going on. He finally felt good about something for the first time in a while. He'd spent a few minutes packing up the things he'd needed for an extended stay at the bar, including his pet snake, drum kit, and a couple important books, and most of it ended up in his Elder-Self's room.
Come pester him!
(ooc: internet is being skeezy, please bear with the slow tags.)
Pickles had too much happy going on. He finally felt good about something for the first time in a while. He'd spent a few minutes packing up the things he'd needed for an extended stay at the bar, including his pet snake, drum kit, and a couple important books, and most of it ended up in his Elder-Self's room.
Come pester him!
(ooc: internet is being skeezy, please bear with the slow tags.)