[ The Master of the House is starting to deal with his skin wanting to fall off again. It's horrible, but it's enough to leave weird patchiness all over his tail. Exfoliating his face only goes so far... And he pulls it off well. It's already cold as fuck in the castle despite the stoves and him living where heat rises the most in the whole castle.
This means a lot of sweaters. In his own house. At all times.
Tapping at his bedroom door followed by a cheesy and terrible line slithers him away from the Shittalking Mirror for a minute. Opening the door... ]
That's a bad introduction and you should feel bad.
[ Though he can't QUITE hide some form of amusement in his voice. It just doesn't show in his face. ]
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This means a lot of sweaters. In his own house. At all times.
Tapping at his bedroom door followed by a cheesy and terrible line slithers him away from the Shittalking Mirror for a minute. Opening the door... ]
That's a bad introduction and you should feel bad.
[ Though he can't QUITE hide some form of amusement in his voice. It just doesn't show in his face. ]