yes, well.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[In this hall, any passerby will find an Even. He's making his way down the hall, opening every door that looks like a closet in search of something. What is that something? Mostly a new labcoat, because, as you can see if you look at the one he has draped over his arm, his old one's kind of burned through right in the middle.

Someone wasn't thinking clearly when he reorganized the acid cabinet, evidently. Anyway, he's just kind of trudging along, pulling open doors and looking dissatisfied with the contents, until he gets to one that dumps a sheer mountain of Cadbury eggs at his feet. And he just frowns at them. Ankle-deep in chocolate eggs? Most people would be happy.

Even is not most people.]

Honestly.

[ooc: the Easter post is to blame for this.
oh, and I guess the eggs aren't event!eggs. they're just tortureEven!eggs.]

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I blame that stupid painting for the delay ;;

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ Still ear scritching -- ] Funny, isn't it? You're supposedly the same person, but just born under different circumstances.

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[While he's leaning into ear scratches, other Even might get a view of the collar.]
I think... I may have been like that at one point in time- but it was a long time ago.
[/eyes closed sort of like a content cat.]