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The Last Supper - BARiTONES
[ All things considered, the room looks fairly comfy. Dark mahogany walls are decorated with wine red velvet curtains, and chaise lounges and deep-cushioned chairs in matching upholstery arrange themselves in front of a large plasma TV screen that can receive input from any idol's smartphone, though it cannot be changed from the current screen.
A hallway attaches to the room, branching off into two hallways. In the inner hallway, there's a kitchenette—it holds no food in either the fridge or the cupboards, but perhaps as an insult the fridge door's inside shelf holds a gold-framed painting of split pomegranates with seeds artistically spilling onto the ground. At least it's not entirely useless as a room—there are any number of melee weapons in the cupboards and shelves, each weapon's handle furnished with decorative snakes in the unit's color.
Past the kitchen is a modest bathroom that nevertheless uses the majority of its space for its bath and shower, including various skin and hair care products (though no electric plugs, despite the presence of hair dryers), sparkly bath bombs, and a seemingly endless number of wine red towels and bathrobes. Across the bathroom is what seems to be a luxurious sleeping room, somehow large enough to hold as many beds as needed for the unit; the sheets are similarly wine red with what feels like a million thread count, and the mattresses and pillows might be made of the softest material in existence.
The outer hallway leads to the mud room, which leads toward the outside. ]
A hallway attaches to the room, branching off into two hallways. In the inner hallway, there's a kitchenette—it holds no food in either the fridge or the cupboards, but perhaps as an insult the fridge door's inside shelf holds a gold-framed painting of split pomegranates with seeds artistically spilling onto the ground. At least it's not entirely useless as a room—there are any number of melee weapons in the cupboards and shelves, each weapon's handle furnished with decorative snakes in the unit's color.
Past the kitchen is a modest bathroom that nevertheless uses the majority of its space for its bath and shower, including various skin and hair care products (though no electric plugs, despite the presence of hair dryers), sparkly bath bombs, and a seemingly endless number of wine red towels and bathrobes. Across the bathroom is what seems to be a luxurious sleeping room, somehow large enough to hold as many beds as needed for the unit; the sheets are similarly wine red with what feels like a million thread count, and the mattresses and pillows might be made of the softest material in existence.
The outer hallway leads to the mud room, which leads toward the outside. ]
Re: ROUND 3 MINGLE & DISCUSSION
I have been trying to be considerate of how low energy you are, and how many youths you must keep up with. But I will abandon that. You can complain but you can only blame yourself.
[He cups Emet's face, smiling at him fondly, for all his talons are leaving bloody prints.]
I was not granted my proper transformation as you were, but perhaps in dreams...
[He's going to be SO MAD when he gets yanked as if he did not do this to himself?]
Re: ROUND 3 MINGLE & DISCUSSION
How terrible.
Then perhaps you can add that to the pampering list.
[He bites his neck again enjoying the taste of blood on his lips even if he isn't a heart.]
Re: ROUND 3 MINGLE & DISCUSSION
Oh do not think I will be leaving you alone at all. I have enough energy to spare.
[He makes an appreciative noise all the same.
And he'd love to continue this but he's being yoinked? But what's better ironic timing then when he says he's not leaving Emet alone?]