B [Now, Count D does not look like someone particularly equipped to deal with much of the requests on the task board. He looks and dresses like someone whose life goal is to lounge around on antique sofas looking aloof and judgmental, and honestly - it is. And double honestly, he's really good at it.
A lot of these requests seem to involve actual work and physical activity is the thing, and he'd definitely break one of those pretty nails doing any of that. Which is why he seems to be eyeing the request by a one Serenity Thras, for a new pet—]
She won't even search for a pet herself...? [He says this mostly to himself, with idle curiosity— and then frowns. It's a perfectly normal frown, but the edges of Miss Thras' request are... curling? Are they smoking?] Even a dung beetle deserves more respect.
[why's this dude so pressed about pets]
G [D's next foray into having a Weird Day is very simple— someone is handing out free cupcakes, and his sweet tooth is goddamn desperate for sugar. It's been a whole few hours. He needs it.
The problem: It's advertised as confetti cake. Usually, this is cute and fun.
This time, it's literal pieces of paper confetti, a few of them the shiny kind that's basically just big glitter. He's already taken a bite... and the color literally drains from the area a couple feet around him the moment he realizes his grave error.]
count d | petshop of horrors
[Now, Count D does not look like someone particularly equipped to deal with much of the requests on the task board. He looks and dresses like someone whose life goal is to lounge around on antique sofas looking aloof and judgmental, and honestly - it is. And double honestly, he's really good at it.
A lot of these requests seem to involve actual work and physical activity is the thing, and he'd definitely break one of those pretty nails doing any of that. Which is why he seems to be eyeing the request by a one Serenity Thras, for a new pet—]
She won't even search for a pet herself...? [He says this mostly to himself, with idle curiosity— and then frowns. It's a perfectly normal frown, but the edges of Miss Thras' request are... curling? Are they smoking?] Even a dung beetle deserves more respect.
[why's this dude so pressed about pets]
G
[D's next foray into having a Weird Day is very simple— someone is handing out free cupcakes, and his sweet tooth is goddamn desperate for sugar. It's been a whole few hours. He needs it.
The problem: It's advertised as confetti cake. Usually, this is cute and fun.
This time, it's literal pieces of paper confetti, a few of them the shiny kind that's basically just big glitter. He's already taken a bite... and the color literally drains from the area a couple feet around him the moment he realizes his grave error.]
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