*bows head for a moment, orders steward-minions asks guards to hang mourning banners from the White Tower*

*walks to the highest point of his tower, stares down at the bustling city for many long minutes, sets a shiny red and gold apple atop the wall, then turns back inside*

*approaching his reclaimed store room apartment in the White Tower, spies a brown paper-wrapped parcel leaning against the doorframe ( Read more... )

*wakes, stretches, upsetting his cat, who jumps to the floor with a perturbed meow* Eh? Oh, sorry, friend. *rubs his eyes* Ah, yes. We need to get you some real food today, do we not? *is distracted by sounds of many running feet and panicked conversations coming from the hall* Oh no. Please don't let it be another dragon. *reaches down to scritch ( Read more... )

*falls asleep in library, Squeakamir curled up on his chest*

*half asleep on couch, comic large important book resting on his chest*

Hmmwhuzzat?

*feels something wrapping around his lower leg, sits up with a start*

KITTY!

*holes up in the library with a comic book good book*

I'm out. Dug myself a tunnel, I did. It was a good tunnel. Now to reorient myself to life on the outside. *stares at city, blinks* It looks just like it did before those wraiths messed everything up. How did that happen so quickly? Er, how long have I been tunneling? *snags a newspaper, reads* No, no, no, not him ( Read more... )

( I don't know how long I've been in here... )

*sighs, picks up baseball and glove*

*throws baseball against floor, watches it riccochet up, bounce off wall and back into his glove* *repeats*


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*eyes the mun* I know what you're thinking.

((Mmm?))

I know what you were planning to do to me before all the current stuff started.

((O.O))

I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER! Hahahhahaha.

((Oookay. I might still do it, you know.))

O.O