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(The eldritch abomination — that was formerly the Ruler class servant known as Sherlock — has taken up his usual perch in the kitchen with a bowl of macaroni.)
ꀤ꓄ ꌗꂦꂦ꓄ꃅꍟꌗ ꎭꍟ...
I’m good enough to be drawn getting arrested for cocaine antics but nobody will allow me to have my shirt open past two buttons and I think that’s quite rude.
(He is working on something and pauses when he hears the sounds of wrappers rustling behind him.)
....Where do you keep finding those sweets?
(The boy does not answer and simply pops another jelly bean into his mouth.)
@FrankenSays Oh come on that was a good one wasn’t it?
(Eventually he stops outside a supply cupboard.)
...If this is some sort of practical joke I will—
(He throws the door open and his eyes go wide.)
...Who?...How?!
(Sitting cross legged in the cupboard, Lily stares back at him.)
@Odysseus_Says (Sitting cross legged in the back of the cupboard is a small boy, seemingly no older than 10.
His hands and cheeks are covered in crumbs and he is staring at Odysseus with a strange unwavering gaze.)
.....
(There is quiet munching coming from one of the storage cupboards within the shadow border.)
@Sleepy_Tama @YugaKshetra What the bloody—
YOU CANNOT JUST ASK A MAN SUCH QUESTIONS!!!
@kirei_eleison Your hair causes a lion to spring to mind.