The Morbid Socialite walked to his seat with a jaunt to his step, a rhythm just shy of a limp aided in hiding by the ornamental, globe-top cane he sported as well as the ease with which he carried himself. One might even imagine he was never injured in the first place.
Upon taking their seat, the Socialite set their hat at the corner of their space, as usual, and fetched a series of volumes from their bag. Their sleeves had been removed and the covers opened too fast to read the titles, but someone skilled enough may be able to clean the text they were taking notes on.
Tularemia was, herself, perched on his shoulder, keeping watch for a few particular people she found intriguing and fun to engage with (or who simply had treats and affection for her).
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Re: Before Class
Date: 2025-07-15 03:35 pm (UTC)Upon taking their seat, the Socialite set their hat at the corner of their space, as usual, and fetched a series of volumes from their bag. Their sleeves had been removed and the covers opened too fast to read the titles, but someone skilled enough may be able to clean the text they were taking notes on.
Tularemia was, herself, perched on his shoulder, keeping watch for a few particular people she found intriguing and fun to engage with (or who simply had treats and affection for her).