inkytalkstoherself: Malcer (Pray for the wicked on the weekend)
All of the NPCs ([personal profile] inkytalkstoherself) wrote in [community profile] buttsbuttsbuttsmate 2018-09-03 08:22 pm (UTC)

"You mean other than your horrible sister? Yes."

Sorry, man, there aren't a whole lot of drow wandering around on the surface, and even fewer in politics in the capitol. Racism and all that, probably. It was hard enough being half-orc and getting anyone to give him a chance, and he tried to mitigate that by being as aggressively pretty as possible. Drow probably got it worse.

"I'm making tea if you want some."

Malcer has his back to Varis at this point, but should he look over, he'll still see two green eyeshine eyes staring back at him. Oscar's just turned around, and slowly a long black paw emerges from Malcer's hair, reaching down for the blanket on his shoulders. It has to stretch-- there's a second or two that the paw just sort of waves back and forth a few centimeters above the blanket's edge-- before it snags it and starts pulling the blanket up towards his head.

"Oscar, please don't."

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