He's not doing anything of much consequence, really. Just throwing chunks of meat into the water, watching tentacles of his squid friends come to pluck the hunks of beef from the thin ice. It was like feeding the ducks, only more brutal.
Toki's at the piano, playing another medley of modern music in a classical style. He definitely needed some off time from thinking about things, and now that it was the new year, he wanted to start fresh, start happy.
Not that his music reflected this, it was all rather morose.
Toki's sprawled on the couch, inasmuch as he ever truly sprawls. He's mostly covered by a blanket and is reading another comic book, with a bowl of candy within reach and a mug of hot chocolate chilling on a nearby table. There's an addition to his hair, a braid with a red, naturally warm bead at the end. He wasn't going to take it out for a very,
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Skwisgaar had been in the bar for a while already, of course, that didn't mean he wasn't still oblivious to things, which was why when he stood up from the couch to go get himself another melonade, he was surprised when he made it all of two steps before falling flat on his face
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