
EtherScape wrote:✑Cheshire-Mute✒︎17?✑Nonbianary✒︎He//they✑The Famous SciFi-esque Detective himself!✒︎
✑Location✒︎Lobby
✑Tags✒︎Nobody in particular.
✑OOC✒︎CATCH HIM BEFORE HE RUNS AWAY!
✑ <O-Kay. That's settled./> Cheshire started for the door. Seven minutes waiting for someone to come out of a closet with a few hickeys was quite frankly a waste of their time. Cecelius's soul wouldn't be regaining dominance of the body any time soon, but they could at least work on the statue. They were the more graceful of the two souls, and could better capture the essence of the sculpture that centered the lobby. ✒︎

EtherScape wrote:✑Cheshire-Mute✒︎17?✑Nonbianary✒︎He//they✑The Famous SciFi-esque Detective himself!✒︎
✑Location✒︎Lobby
✑Tags✒︎Nobody in particular.
✑OOC✒︎is it bad that I'm mad at my own character? Also, Cheshire tends to use quite a bit of Scottish slang. So here's a quick guide: Flap-panic, overreacting Bonnie-Beautiful Burd-girl/woman
✑ Cheshire, even with his gloves on, couldn't help but instinctively flinch when he felt his hand being grabbed. They turned around to Amber. But what really caught him off guard was what she said. Was that...compassion in her voice? And why were her cheeks red? Well, in any case, something drove them to decline her offer.<Lass, I'm sure you'll have a giddy time without my presence. Go enjoy yourself or somethin'. Celebrations don't need coldness, which uncannily happens to be my strong suit. No need to have a flap. It doesn't look good on a bonnie burd like yourself./> His ever-rueful Orcadian(a type of Scottish) accent hovered in the air between them, somehow not muddled by the mask. As they were released, they quietly left. A very tiny piece of them wondered if she'd follow.✒︎

EtherScape wrote:✑Cheshire-Mute✒︎17?✑Nonbianary✒︎He//they✑The Famous SciFi-esque Detective himself!✒︎
✑Location✒︎Lobby
✑OOC✒︎ROMANTIC TENSION
ROMANTIC TENSION EVERYWHERE
✑ The mask, around was was presumably the cheeks, begun to glow blue slightly. They attempted keeping their voice steady, and still sound like a man. When they felt emotions, their feminine voice swayed back into power. <Well lassie, I have a question for you than. What, per se,/> They started, their slightly gravely voice wavering and almost dipping into a stutter, <Could possibly drive you to this point of having me stay?/> A bit embarrassed, they walked forewords with a quizzical air. They had no idea how she'd answer. It was an unsettling feeling not to be able to predict someone...✒︎

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