Reclined across a doorway (Yes, a doorway. Couches are for sissy humans), balanced perfectly on a bleach-white eagle-adorned skull, and reading an adult romance bestseller, is one sharply-dressed Gilbert Beilschmidt.
And he ain't moving. Not until he finishes his chapter or or trips someone.
[ooc: This weeks meme reminded me that this guy existed. I
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