[So... you know that embarrassing scene that mom's like to put their kids through? Taking them out into the drive way to give them a loving home done haircut? That's what Arabia got going on here. He has two
mumdies w-oapplause in chairs out in front of the Gilded Castle, towels draped around their shoulders. Both of the boys are clearly in need of a haircut, and their master is wielding scissors, a spray bottle, a comb.
Whichever of the boys he isn't working on at the moment is the one holding the seal.]
It seems my dogs have taken it upon themselves to play secretaries for me and arrange my social calendar.
[Arabia's voice is dry, and Tinkerbell gives a sheepish smile.]
And so, I suppose if they have already promised my time to you, it would benefit us all if you introduced yourselves.
[[ooc; Tinkerbell may also jump on these threads. Action is invited to any and all, if you want to find yourself in the Golden District.]]