Who: Dong-hwi, Nya-verick Number 9, &
somariumWhere: Somni
When: Late Morning to Early Evening
Style: Any works~!
Status: Open Open Open~!
[ Dearest Somarium, it would only be appropriate to extend the deepest apologies for littering...
But it seems some human garbage has found its (his, if you want to be nice) way to your doorstep. He's dripping wet - soaked to the bone really - though he doesn't seem to be paying mind for it. Nope, this bum actually looks rather pleased with life! ]
You know, Number Nine, I'm not sure how much more I can take.
[ No, don't trust what he says. He's talking to a
cat after all. ]
I mean, Nuna took off with my raincoat! And my umbrella! And then- [ achoo! ... sniff. ] I think I fell through an interdimensional puddle! [ sniff ]
[ ... isn't he pathetic, ladies and gentleman? Though after that moment of mourning, he seems to sigh and shivers a bit before turning back to his little feline companion, who seems to just be staring at him with a calm expression. The teenaged hobo smiles, seeming a little calmer now. ]
... The talk helped. Thanks.