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bravenewworld2014-01-24 07:08 pm
radiantwingedone) wrote in bravenewworld2014-01-24 07:08 pm
Entry tags:
01 - Voice / Action
[ Voice ]
[ It all starts with the unmistakable sound of several books falling. Judging by the undignified noise from a human throat in the middle, these several books fell on someone. Possibly someone in the middle of a nap.
There's a Flabébé making scolding-chiding sounds, and Duke's voice is a little muffled. ]
Yes, stacks of seven when I sleep at the desk are no longer acceptable. What do you think about five?
[ That only gets more scolding, and Duke shifts books about until he no longer is quite so muffled. ]
Good point, more shelves is probably the way to go.
[ Action ]
Its cold enough out that he probably looks a little ridiculous, having pulled a loose sweater over the turtleneck he was already wearing. For once, Laulyse hasn't put her flower anywhere immediately obvious, finding it a bit too cold, but has tucked herself up against the side of his neck, under all that white hair.
"... Not just shelving, I think we might need more food..." And so his path abruptly changes. He'll be around the Salvage Shop eventually, looking for something he can prop up more or less flat.
[ It all starts with the unmistakable sound of several books falling. Judging by the undignified noise from a human throat in the middle, these several books fell on someone. Possibly someone in the middle of a nap.
There's a Flabébé making scolding-chiding sounds, and Duke's voice is a little muffled. ]
Yes, stacks of seven when I sleep at the desk are no longer acceptable. What do you think about five?
[ That only gets more scolding, and Duke shifts books about until he no longer is quite so muffled. ]
Good point, more shelves is probably the way to go.
[ Action ]
Its cold enough out that he probably looks a little ridiculous, having pulled a loose sweater over the turtleneck he was already wearing. For once, Laulyse hasn't put her flower anywhere immediately obvious, finding it a bit too cold, but has tucked herself up against the side of his neck, under all that white hair.
"... Not just shelving, I think we might need more food..." And so his path abruptly changes. He'll be around the Salvage Shop eventually, looking for something he can prop up more or less flat.
[Voice]
Sir, you seem to have your band switched on by mistake.
[Voice]
Ah.
[ There are slow sounds of shifting books, and his voice gets a little clearer. ]
Half asleep? Or the books falling on it.... Did I interrupt something?