Now he knows why there's a "Leo" under his likes. That's embarrassing and he's glad that no one here knows him, at all. Thank you god. It also gives him a brand new set of worries, but he hasn't been missing any time here (just like that guy hasn't been talking to him at all), so he sets them aside in favor of tidying up his room for a few hours and getting his bearings in order.
It's around one in the afternoon when he finally emerges from his room; he heads up to the new floor to check it out (because of course there's a new one, why wouldn't there be) and... oh, a chapel.
...and a bar. But oh, a chapel. He books it downstairs as fast as he can without outright killing himself on the way, ducking into his room for a moment and emerging with his maidenly carry-on bag. It's what holds all his sewing stuff, okay. Back upstairs he goes, temporarily stopping by the sewing room to pick up a few more things along with bear and cat patterns, before he settles in one of the pews and gets to work.
He can be found here stitching most of the day, cutting thread and fabric carefully; there's a lot of gentleness put into these remakes, because once he's done with them (a good bit of time later, he ain't an expert here) he's setting them up on the raised area.
Zagibear and Kamuikuma. Teddy Bearl and Mermaid Carenbear. Black Nyato and Meown. Better than their other tries, even if some of them seem a little too stuffed and some ears are a little out of place (among other details), but he's getting better! Thanks Yato.
...once he's made sure those aren't going to immediately fall over, Black can be found in the bar, apparently looking for something. (He's looking for actually good whiskey.) There's a good bit up alcohol set up on the counter as he roots through it, frowning. Where's his namesake, dammit. "Obsidian & Ivory" doesn't cut it. ]
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Now he knows why there's a "Leo" under his likes. That's embarrassing and he's glad that no one here knows him, at all. Thank you god. It also gives him a brand new set of worries, but he hasn't been missing any time here (just like that guy hasn't been talking to him at all), so he sets them aside in favor of tidying up his room for a few hours and getting his bearings in order.
It's around one in the afternoon when he finally emerges from his room; he heads up to the new floor to check it out (because of course there's a new one, why wouldn't there be) and... oh, a chapel.
...and a bar. But oh, a chapel. He books it downstairs as fast as he can without outright killing himself on the way, ducking into his room for a moment and emerging with his maidenly carry-on bag. It's what holds all his sewing stuff, okay. Back upstairs he goes, temporarily stopping by the sewing room to pick up a few more things along with bear and cat patterns, before he settles in one of the pews and gets to work.
He can be found here stitching most of the day, cutting thread and fabric carefully; there's a lot of gentleness put into these remakes, because once he's done with them (a good bit of time later, he ain't an expert here) he's setting them up on the raised area.
Zagibear and Kamuikuma. Teddy Bearl and Mermaid Carenbear. Black Nyato and Meown. Better than their other tries, even if some of them seem a little too stuffed and some ears are a little out of place (among other details), but he's getting better! Thanks Yato.
...once he's made sure those aren't going to immediately fall over, Black can be found in the bar, apparently looking for something. (He's looking for actually good whiskey.) There's a good bit up alcohol set up on the counter as he roots through it, frowning. Where's his namesake, dammit. "Obsidian & Ivory" doesn't cut it. ]