[ he really isn't fooling anyone, let alone Mollymauk. he hums thoughtfully looking at the text as his tail flicks back and forth, he could leave Zevran alone to whatever nonsense he is up to out there.
but what if he doesn't...
thus does Mollymauk put down his phone and make his way over to the bathroom door, knocking three times. ]
[It’s not coming out. No matter how many times he washes it and conditions and repeats - his damned hair is still-?? Whatever this is!! Green and red and there are black dots? Somehow? Atrocious. What did he do to deserve this?]
[… probably a lot of things.]
If I say I am sure, you will come in regardless, my dear.
[ there is a very particular sing-song nature to his voice as he opens the door and slips inside like a thief in the night. it takes a moment for Mollymauk to process what he's seeing. for his brain to go through the glorious image of water trailing down beautifully tanned flesh and focus on what should but locks of silky golden hair...
huh. his darling Crow's hair isn't blonde but green? and red? and there's black dots speckled about. like a watermelon.
oh, moonweaver spare this poor soul.
immediately Molly's hands go to his mouth, desperately trying to muffle the laughter that is trying to escape his lips. he manages, barely, to keep himself from laughing with little more than an amused snort. ]
[At least he makes a game attempt for a nice pose, hand on hip and head tilted slightly to the side. It's practically a subconscious thing at this point. Even if his lovely hair is a disaster the rest of him is a pretty picture! Right? Right. Yes. No value lost here.]
[That pose lasts for all of a few moments before he just groans, exasperated. And buries his face in his hands.]
I only know of one and cannot think of what I could have possibly done to the lantern man!
[It's not an exaggeration, for once. Genuinely, he has absolutely no idea what he could have said this time. Fortunately!! For once, luck is on his side (15). This mess will begin to fade the more they stand here, talking.]
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text > action.
but what if he doesn't...
thus does Mollymauk put down his phone and make his way over to the bathroom door, knocking three times. ]
You absolutely sure you don't want a hand?
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[… probably a lot of things.]
If I say I am sure, you will come in regardless, my dear.
… do not laugh.
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[ there is a very particular sing-song nature to his voice as he opens the door and slips inside like a thief in the night. it takes a moment for Mollymauk to process what he's seeing. for his brain to go through the glorious image of water trailing down beautifully tanned flesh and focus on what should but locks of silky golden hair...
huh. his darling Crow's hair isn't blonde but green? and red? and there's black dots speckled about. like a watermelon.
oh, moonweaver spare this poor soul.
immediately Molly's hands go to his mouth, desperately trying to muffle the laughter that is trying to escape his lips. he manages, barely, to keep himself from laughing with little more than an amused snort. ]
So... which fae did you piss off?
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[But he had to try!!]
[At least he makes a game attempt for a nice pose, hand on hip and head tilted slightly to the side. It's practically a subconscious thing at this point. Even if his lovely hair is a disaster the rest of him is a pretty picture! Right? Right. Yes. No value lost here.]
[That pose lasts for all of a few moments before he just groans, exasperated. And buries his face in his hands.]
I only know of one and cannot think of what I could have possibly done to the lantern man!
[It's not an exaggeration, for once. Genuinely, he has absolutely no idea what he could have said this time. Fortunately!! For once, luck is on his side (15). This mess will begin to fade the more they stand here, talking.]