Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
03.Apr.13, 08:48 PM
He was jotting down a number when all of a sudden, there was a voice. His writing utensil jumped in his hand, drawing a line where a dainty number should have been. He frowned at himself for being so gullible and jumpy. The whole place just set him on edge.
"Oh, I'm in here!", he called back. He moved to hold his clipboard at his waist, straining to see who was there. He barely made out the figure of a female near the door. "Uh, go? Uh...", his tongue and brain scrambled for words. "I, uh...", the fumbling continued. He realized he was stuttering because the stranger in the room was female. He'd just have to treat her like a male so he'd be able to think again.
"Uh. Over there.", successful improvement, but still vague. Just a man, just a man, this was only a man. "There's a pile of boxes with three on the bottom, two on the middle, and one on the top. They're all supposed to be some kind of citrus fruit, but mold got to them and spread. I wouldn't touch them with bare hands though, they're pretty nasty. I bet that's what smells."
Sounds from the room next door began to trickle through the walls. Faint scratching sounds. Wobbling sounds. Scraping sounds. A small explosion of some sort. And then guttural sounds. "Sounds like a wildcat is making babies next door, heh.", he commented. "I mean...", he began to stutter again at the realization he'd just made some sort of suggestive joke to a girl. Bad Oahvakeen, bad.
"I think we have to clean out that room too, but no one's gotten to it yet."
"Oh, I'm in here!", he called back. He moved to hold his clipboard at his waist, straining to see who was there. He barely made out the figure of a female near the door. "Uh, go? Uh...", his tongue and brain scrambled for words. "I, uh...", the fumbling continued. He realized he was stuttering because the stranger in the room was female. He'd just have to treat her like a male so he'd be able to think again.
"Uh. Over there.", successful improvement, but still vague. Just a man, just a man, this was only a man. "There's a pile of boxes with three on the bottom, two on the middle, and one on the top. They're all supposed to be some kind of citrus fruit, but mold got to them and spread. I wouldn't touch them with bare hands though, they're pretty nasty. I bet that's what smells."
Sounds from the room next door began to trickle through the walls. Faint scratching sounds. Wobbling sounds. Scraping sounds. A small explosion of some sort. And then guttural sounds. "Sounds like a wildcat is making babies next door, heh.", he commented. "I mean...", he began to stutter again at the realization he'd just made some sort of suggestive joke to a girl. Bad Oahvakeen, bad.
"I think we have to clean out that room too, but no one's gotten to it yet."
