Room 333 - Evening

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DEATH is sitting in his room for once, at a desk no less, with a very authentic looking quill and parchment in front of him. Periodically he dips the quill into the nearby ink pot and scribbles a few lines on the paper, only to then cross them out. If he had any musculature to speak of, it is possible his brow would be knit into consternation.

DO YOU THINK, BINKY, THAT A BERET WOULD HELP THE FLOW OF CREATIVITY. IT SEEMS MANY CREATIVE TYPES WEAR BERETS.

Binky snorts slighlty at this from where he stands in the room, behind DEATH, seemingly reading over his shoulder.

((OOC: Door is open and, even if you can't see DEATH, there is still obviously a very large white horse standing in the room.))

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Re: Victor asks a favor - NFB

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"Well..." he paused, then made himself continue. This was the only way, right? "I was wondering if you had any condoms left?"

Re: Victor asks a favor - NFB

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*DEATH notes Victor's uneasiness with curiousity. Mortals were very strange indeed. However, having found them to be useful fashion devices, DEATH had several lying about. Materializing several in bright colors, he also produces a roll of duct tape.*

Re: Victor asks a favor - NFB

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"Really?" he asked, taking the tape. "You really use this during...sex?"

Re: Victor asks a favor - NFB

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH seems mildly startled at this, since, to someone lacking anatomy, sex was not a primary concern. Still, working off the assumption that fashion compliments everything, DEATH does his best at offering advice.*

Re: Victor asks a favor - NFB

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

"Um...thanks," he said, stuffing the condoms and tape into his pocket. "I'm gonna go...um...back to my room. Thanks a lot for helping."

Re: Victor asks a favor - NFB

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