Return
It is not quite morning, the quietest time in the bar, when the door opens and two short, slight figures walk in. One gives an overall brownish impression, the other is somehow purple, and they both carry only a few small and light bags that should not give the impression of laden-ness that the have about them.
Gil and Asar-Suti have finally returned to Milliways, in time for Gil to take over the morning shift before breakfast.
Asar-Suti takes Gil into his arm to kiss him, but the ex-faun quickly scampers into the kitchen, and there are joyous squeals form beyond the door.
Asar-Suti carries his bags over to near the fireplace, says hello to Esk who is sitting there, gets coffee, feeds the trilobites, and starts unpacking any astronomic number of books from his seemingly innocent bags, and sorting through them. Stacks are forming on the table, the coffee mug gets put aside. The small purple god will have to conjure himself some serious shelf space for his room, it seems.
[[OOC: mun is still at work and will then be going home; responses may be slow.]]
Gil and Asar-Suti have finally returned to Milliways, in time for Gil to take over the morning shift before breakfast.
Asar-Suti takes Gil into his arm to kiss him, but the ex-faun quickly scampers into the kitchen, and there are joyous squeals form beyond the door.
Asar-Suti carries his bags over to near the fireplace, says hello to Esk who is sitting there, gets coffee, feeds the trilobites, and starts unpacking any astronomic number of books from his seemingly innocent bags, and sorting through them. Stacks are forming on the table, the coffee mug gets put aside. The small purple god will have to conjure himself some serious shelf space for his room, it seems.
[[OOC: mun is still at work and will then be going home; responses may be slow.]]