by HecateSkivvy » Tue Apr 08, 2014 10:22 pm
Leslie stands up, raising his hand in the air, forgetting he was holding a glass of orange juice. Little golden droplets burst out - fireworks to express his enthusiasm.
"Oooh! Pick me! Pick me! I have an extensive personal library, and some uhh... friends who I guess could be willing to help. Heck, I'm probably going to be ordering some [i][u]more[/u][/i] books as soon as I am able."
He settles down some. Leslie's voice sounds a little farther away than he actaully is.
"Right. I mean, I do have some personal matters to take care of, but I'll gladly pitch in. That said, is there anything not moth-related we could dig into? Something tall, seething, and inconvenient, perhaps? I figure since I and a few others are a feeling a little materially impaired at the moment, now's about as good a time as ever to start dissecting Penance for his melancholy."
He puts the glass on the table and holds out his wet hand, watching the juice drip [i]through[/i] the web of his fingers for a moment. He wipes his hands on his pants, following Madrigus over to Zinc.
Leslie-Evan Marshall,
[i]"Dance, Puppet, Dance!"[/i]
[size=50]OOC: Petrie (Queen Maz from LE)[/size]