Daemon Spade (
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badfic_manor2012-10-12 01:36 am
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[In Person]
[There is, currently, a ten year old, dressed a little "odd" (late 1800's), hiding wedged in behind books on a lower bookshelf in the study. He'd be doing a very good job of hiding, or at least it looking like there's nothing there, except for one problem.]
[That problem would be that the walls are bleeding. And occasionally sprouting eyes and blinking.]
[The problem extends out to the door and the hall immediately around the doorframe, and there's a constant, quiet sound of voices that can't quite be made out that seem to be coming from the bookshelves of the study.]
[Anybody psychic/with extra senses, the bleeding and all is kind of oozing that it's coming from someone, and there's a lot of panic coming from it.]
[Welcome to Spade's childhood! :D]
[That problem would be that the walls are bleeding. And occasionally sprouting eyes and blinking.]
[The problem extends out to the door and the hall immediately around the doorframe, and there's a constant, quiet sound of voices that can't quite be made out that seem to be coming from the bookshelves of the study.]
[Anybody psychic/with extra senses, the bleeding and all is kind of oozing that it's coming from someone, and there's a lot of panic coming from it.]
[Welcome to Spade's childhood! :D]
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*pretty shortly he has the pasta cooking, a small pile of holiday shaped chicken nuggets heating in the oven, and two mugs of tea set out on the table*
Would you like anything with your tea, Rosario?
/There is no appropriate icon for tiny squishy Spade.
[There's a couple uncertain blinks - he's used to scurrying around getting things for himself where he can reach...]
...honey?
I don't have any appropriate icons for this whole conversation.
*he pokes through the cabinets and fridge until he finds a good honey and offers it to the boy before taking his own mug and adding cream*
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...Is there any way to contact home from here?