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His Butler, Bored
Jan. 30th, 2010 07:09 am[Sebastian's ventured out into the Wasteland, staring impassive at a few creatures. He cares not for the odd looking ones, or the fact that his meat stock his low. He's simply bored, dreadfully bored. His master has not returned, and his patience is running thin.
He needs something to do. Without the proper means of electricity within his master's manor, there is no purpose in storing meat. So why then is he blood streaked admist a few creatures, some killer rabbits, others looking feline.
He's bored, dreadfully bored. It's unlike him. He usually doesn't slip into such useless confrontations.
His red eyes turn briefly towards the PCD, lips parted a little generously, graciously
He picks up one rabbit, then another, and one creature, sliding the bloody mess over his shoulder. He'll store the meat within the cold cellar with some snow and ice. Hopefully it'll keep well. The pelts will do nicely to warm the atmosphere]
He needs something to do. Without the proper means of electricity within his master's manor, there is no purpose in storing meat. So why then is he blood streaked admist a few creatures, some killer rabbits, others looking feline.
He's bored, dreadfully bored. It's unlike him. He usually doesn't slip into such useless confrontations.
His red eyes turn briefly towards the PCD, lips parted a little generously, graciously
He picks up one rabbit, then another, and one creature, sliding the bloody mess over his shoulder. He'll store the meat within the cold cellar with some snow and ice. Hopefully it'll keep well. The pelts will do nicely to warm the atmosphere]
