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Welp.
Wasn't this nice?
Chuck was currently standing outside the temple, his brow knit with confusion. One hand flexed irritably, as it wasn't clutching its usual bottle of booze. The other was at his mouth, dragging his knuckles over his teeth in restlessness. He shifted his weight to his toes, irritably bouncing in his slippers. On that note, he was also decked out in boxers, a white wife beater, topped off with a gloriously shabby striped bathrobe. He'd gone out to get the mail, okay? Winding up in this nexus wasn't exactly part of the plan. And this is totally why he only checked up on his mail twice a week. Staying inside was so much less problematic.
Well, staying outside of Heaven and inside of his humble little abode on earth. And as a rule of thumb, he might consider going to another convention but... probably not. He totally scored at the end of the last one. But he wasn't entirely sure if that made up for the, uh, restof the event.
... yeah.
Okay. Back to figuring out where he was.
And where he could get some cheap alcohol. That was important too.
So there you have it. A totally clueless, poorly shaven, half-dressed little man, wandering outside of your temple. Have at it, Xanadu.
Wasn't this nice?
Chuck was currently standing outside the temple, his brow knit with confusion. One hand flexed irritably, as it wasn't clutching its usual bottle of booze. The other was at his mouth, dragging his knuckles over his teeth in restlessness. He shifted his weight to his toes, irritably bouncing in his slippers. On that note, he was also decked out in boxers, a white wife beater, topped off with a gloriously shabby striped bathrobe. He'd gone out to get the mail, okay? Winding up in this nexus wasn't exactly part of the plan. And this is totally why he only checked up on his mail twice a week. Staying inside was so much less problematic.
Well, staying outside of Heaven and inside of his humble little abode on earth. And as a rule of thumb, he might consider going to another convention but... probably not. He totally scored at the end of the last one. But he wasn't entirely sure if that made up for the, uh, restof the event.
... yeah.
Okay. Back to figuring out where he was.
And where he could get some cheap alcohol. That was important too.
So there you have it. A totally clueless, poorly shaven, half-dressed little man, wandering outside of your temple. Have at it, Xanadu.