Early Wednesday Morning, Outside Chtulhu Cabin
Valentine was up way too early to actually be bothered with readying himself for his workshop yet, but too late to remain in bed all the same. And so he made his way outside, took a seat on the grass, pulled a few balls from his pockets and started to juggle.
There was a distinct possibility that he was avoiding the inside of Cthulhu B for one reason or another that he would no doubt snap about if anyone asked.
The juggling certainly did have a sort of grumpy air to it.
(Open, as spots on the lawn in the wee hours of the morning tend to be.)
There was a distinct possibility that he was avoiding the inside of Cthulhu B for one reason or another that he would no doubt snap about if anyone asked.
The juggling certainly did have a sort of grumpy air to it.
(Open, as spots on the lawn in the wee hours of the morning tend to be.)