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 more 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 through the web of his fingers for a moment. He wipes his hands on his pants, following Madrigus over to Zinc.
Leslie-Evan Marshall,
"Dance, Puppet, Dance!"