♬ the pianoman's eleventh song ♬
[sometime after he's left the bachelor party, Larry Mr. Willowby is wandering around the castle. He had a few drinks at the bar and now he's feel...cheery! Odd for Larry, really. And he's carrying a bottle of champagne that he asked the castle for. It tickles his nose. He likes it.]
[he also may be singing to himself and giggling, occasionally drinking from his bottle]
~Paaaaaradisa! A glorious place to be!
Paaaaaradisa! It's like home to meeee!~
[and he spins, stumbling slightly, still giggling]
~I looove my new home away from home!
It's- ...a castle! And it's home!~
[okay, so a drunk Willowby can't come up with songs as cute and whimsical as he can when sober. Feel free to run into him. And fret not! His journal is folded open under his arm so all can hear]
[Backdated to last night sometime. Sorry if I'm slow, my net is sucking really bad, and I'm still trying to get back into his loss.]
[he also may be singing to himself and giggling, occasionally drinking from his bottle]
~Paaaaaradisa! A glorious place to be!
Paaaaaradisa! It's like home to meeee!~
[and he spins, stumbling slightly, still giggling]
~I looove my new home away from home!
It's- ...a castle! And it's home!~
[okay, so a drunk Willowby can't come up with songs as cute and whimsical as he can when sober. Feel free to run into him. And fret not! His journal is folded open under his arm so all can hear]
[Backdated to last night sometime. Sorry if I'm slow, my net is sucking really bad, and I'm still trying to get back into his loss.]