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Epimetheus is perched on a table, with his feet up on a chair and a guitar in his lap. He's picking out the riffs from "I Know What I Know" on it, occasionally interrupting himself to sip his whiskey.
He's sort of resigned to the fact that his family may come kick his ass, now that he's showing his face in public. It's a calculated risk. Or something.
[ooc: Eep! No new threads, por favor! And slowtime imminent. <3]
[tinytag: demeter, dara of chaos]
He's sort of resigned to the fact that his family may come kick his ass, now that he's showing his face in public. It's a calculated risk. Or something.
[ooc: Eep! No new threads, por favor! And slowtime imminent. <3]
[tinytag: demeter, dara of chaos]