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[gameofpretend.livejournal.com]

[Soon as the sun's gone down, this Luxord maybe found on the beach. Sitting in the sand in a well tailored suit that truly deserves far better treatment than he grants it.

On the sand next him is an icebox and a box full of round bits of metal.

For now his attention is mostly focused on etching the metal bits, but the night is still young, there's still breakfast and his darling ghouls to attend to.]

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[rosered.livejournal.com]

[ ... Strange. What is a man of his status doing, she wonders. Wearing an expensive-looking suit and ruining it? Some people back home would be surprised.

Surprise doesn't equate to curiosity, though.

Braig isn't wearing her ruby slippers because soft, white sand feels nice on her feet in comparison to constant green grass, flora, marble and cobblestone. That's why she walks over close enough to be right behind him, to his left.

She bends down, hands behind her back to hold her shoes up; her hood isn't on. ]

What's a guy like you doing here...? [ She tilts her head to the side. ] With a suit like that, it looks like you're ready to hit the high road.

[gameofpretend.livejournal.com]

It's still early, thought I might enjoy the fresh air a bit before business.

[Lies! He doesn't breathe and thus can't enjoy the air.]

[rosered.livejournal.com]

What's business to you when a world like this gives you whatever you want?

[gameofpretend.livejournal.com]

Just the little things of day to day life.
From preparing my meals, maintaining my household and security to looking after and training my pets to research and experimentation.