[He's not going walking without a coat. Nope. Not happening. He's been paired up with his own guide has he? Grand. Then he won't have to worry about convincing an entire group of people that it's in their best interest that he has a coat on and not this flimsy paper gown.
There's a smile on his face, sure, but that doesn't mean it's a distinctly friendly expression, the vaguest hint of something feral, something insulted, bubbling just beneath the passably cheerful veneer.]
Mmmmbefore we start the tour, maybe we should look into getting a coat first, hm? Be a shame if I couldn't complete the tour because my legs fell off from frostbite.
ICE TO SEE YOU
[There's a pleasant, jolly little clickity click sound going on here, the floor a blur beneath the device itself. He turned it on, but he's not immediately pointing it at anything, not yet, anyway. Anyone particularly familiar with the sound might catch on quickly that it's the sound of hooves striking the ground, light and nimble.]
Now I've never personally owned one of these before [The device was tossed from one hand to the other, the briefest blur of white, silver and brown flashing past the screen before it was pointed away again, the voice melodious, sweet, the Irish accent clear to hear] but I'd like to think I've borrowed enough of them [Stolen enough of them. Thrown enough of them into a lake or filled the insides of them with ants] to know how to operate one correctly. [Another toss, and judging by the way the screen lightly bounced before settling, and considering the angle it landed at, seems it must have come to rest upon the propped up pillow on the bed.]
[And there stood the source of that merry little clicking, practically sauntering his way to the fridge to dig through it. Long, distinctly deer-like legs that started just above the knee replaced what would have been far more human appendages, the fur a deep tawny brown and the little cloven hooves obsidian black. There was even a tail, fluffy and short, blending seamlessly into the skin at its base. The wings, wasp-like and golden, sat folded against his back, the point where they connected to his body just as smooth as the tail. He must not know about the screen, he couldn't possibly know, not judging by how casually he bends over to root through the fridge. The clack and clatter of those silver antlers sounds and he curses gently. Must have hit them on something, jerking upwards and scattering a holly leaf or two from the gleaming tines.]
But I still can't find the... program? App? Floppy? Save file? The thing [A dismissive gesture is made as he heads back towards the phone, pausing before it instead of grabbing it properly] that plays music on it so if someone could be so kind as to tell me where it is, I'd be absolutely delighted.
BLADES OF GLORY
[Ice skating? Why would he do that, when he could get all the same joy and entertainment of ice skating just by trying to traverse a newly waxed tile floor? No, nah, he's good. He'll be over here, with the hot chocolate. With as much hot chocolate as he can manage to buy, since his charm didn't seem to be getting him anywhere with the local selling the chocolate.
Fine, whatever.
It's safe to say he's probably had... more than one cup by the time he starts actively looking for someone to sit next to. You know. For warmth. He's cold. It's cold out here. And he does in fact have a second cup to share this time too, flashing his brand new company a wide and cheerful smile. The sharpness of those teeth in his mouth might dampen the effect just a little, but he seems genuinely well meaning enough, if not almost pushily merry.]
They're not expensive, but every cent saved is a cent earned, hm?
WILDCARD
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Aedan/Hearne the Hunter| Original Character | Submissive
[He's not going walking without a coat. Nope. Not happening. He's been paired up with his own guide has he? Grand. Then he won't have to worry about convincing an entire group of people that it's in their best interest that he has a coat on and not this flimsy paper gown.
There's a smile on his face, sure, but that doesn't mean it's a distinctly friendly expression, the vaguest hint of something feral, something insulted, bubbling just beneath the passably cheerful veneer.]
Mmmmbefore we start the tour, maybe we should look into getting a coat first, hm? Be a shame if I couldn't complete the tour because my legs fell off from frostbite.
[There's a pleasant, jolly little clickity click sound going on here, the floor a blur beneath the device itself. He turned it on, but he's not immediately pointing it at anything, not yet, anyway. Anyone particularly familiar with the sound might catch on quickly that it's the sound of hooves striking the ground, light and nimble.]
Now I've never personally owned one of these before [The device was tossed from one hand to the other, the briefest blur of white, silver and brown flashing past the screen before it was pointed away again, the voice melodious, sweet, the Irish accent clear to hear] but I'd like to think I've borrowed enough of them [Stolen enough of them. Thrown enough of them into a lake or filled the insides of them with ants] to know how to operate one correctly. [Another toss, and judging by the way the screen lightly bounced before settling, and considering the angle it landed at, seems it must have come to rest upon the propped up pillow on the bed.]
[And there stood the source of that merry little clicking, practically sauntering his way to the fridge to dig through it. Long, distinctly deer-like legs that started just above the knee replaced what would have been far more human appendages, the fur a deep tawny brown and the little cloven hooves obsidian black. There was even a tail, fluffy and short, blending seamlessly into the skin at its base. The wings, wasp-like and golden, sat folded against his back, the point where they connected to his body just as smooth as the tail. He must not know about the screen, he couldn't possibly know, not judging by how casually he bends over to root through the fridge. The clack and clatter of those silver antlers sounds and he curses gently. Must have hit them on something, jerking upwards and scattering a holly leaf or two from the gleaming tines.]
But I still can't find the... program? App? Floppy? Save file? The thing [A dismissive gesture is made as he heads back towards the phone, pausing before it instead of grabbing it properly] that plays music on it so if someone could be so kind as to tell me where it is, I'd be absolutely delighted.
[Ice skating? Why would he do that, when he could get all the same joy and entertainment of ice skating just by trying to traverse a newly waxed tile floor? No, nah, he's good. He'll be over here, with the hot chocolate. With as much hot chocolate as he can manage to buy, since his charm didn't seem to be getting him anywhere with the local selling the chocolate.
Fine, whatever.
It's safe to say he's probably had... more than one cup by the time he starts actively looking for someone to sit next to. You know. For warmth. He's cold. It's cold out here. And he does in fact have a second cup to share this time too, flashing his brand new company a wide and cheerful smile. The sharpness of those teeth in his mouth might dampen the effect just a little, but he seems genuinely well meaning enough, if not almost pushily merry.]
They're not expensive, but every cent saved is a cent earned, hm?
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