“These were the tomes requested from Gobul,” he huffed, tails drooping in defeat as they were taken from him with only a slight nod of acknowledgment. Every acquisition suddenly had an extra two-hundred hands upon it before it could be determined which property it belonged to.Įmbittered, the miqo'te wandered into the library proper then plopped the books down on the counter, giving the attendant quite a start. Of late, it had felt like they were becoming more or less gleaners in the wake of the sundering of The Final Days. He loathed returning to Sharlayan, having nothing but bad memories compounded on by it’s penchant for repossessing tomes and artifacts recovered by those who wished to see The Great Gobul Library restored along with the rest of Idyllshyre. Y'zel’s ears folded as he wandered up the steps of Noumenon, requested tomes under his arm, forced to return them from Gobul under the orders of The Forum. Wind taken out of him, the poor miqo'te hung on his counter then pawed around for a stray glass of water, downing it before flopping back on the floor and curling up near his warm stove to sleep it off, rather resolved to not touch another drop of wine in his life…unless there was a particularly bad day…or Day 1 - Chastity/Lust Claws out, he hit the water then began to scrub away at the spot, relieved to find it has been painted upon him with some rolenberry sauce by a mischievous friend. “S-Surely I didn’t,” he wheezed before scurying to his kitchen sink. Crudely drawn was a portrait of G'raha Tia in a heart. Whimpering, he scrambled back up then looked at his arm. Unfortunately, this sent him off the stairs and onto the pile of books below. His ears perked with his tail as he recoiled his wrists to his chest, taken aback by the sight. At some point he was convinced to cut loose and imbide spirits with someone if his guildmates, some morbidly curious about what he’d be like cure loose, resulting in what seemed to be a small rager.ĭescending the stairs of his loft, he scratched at his tummy then passed by a mirror before catching his reflection.
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Stretching properly in his pink boxers, he let out an unintentional purr with his grunt before he sheepishly stood up and looked around his ruined apartment.
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Tail twitching, he knocked it against the bottles from the night before, letting out another piercing sound to injur his sensitive ears. Sitting up, he held rubbed his temples, his hair missed up from falling asleep on the floor. Every tick of his chronometers throughout his apartment felt like a flick in the ear drum. Y'zel whimpered as his ears twitched in pain.