May 31, 2009 12:38
[stares at the piece of paper that fell from around his (very real) daggers. turns it this way and that and frowns]
What kinda lovers never touch? Is this one of those arranged things?
[looks at his daggers again and grins as he puts the paper into one of his many, many pouches. the forest green tunic looks rather good on him, although the bandanna wrapped around his head is a little tight]
Now this is what I'm talking about. Heee.
wut,
plot: fantasyland,
third cycle