sunnyshadow (sunnyshadow) wrote in bearandbarnacle, @ 2008-09-18 00:30:00 |
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Xellos: Other: Friendship = Headache
cont'd from here
cross-posted to journal
Xellos phases back to the restaurant, where he bombs through customers in a blind fury of pleasant smiles and graceful quips on his way to the cellar, grabbing several sandwiches, a pie, and two velvet bags full of pebbles (many semiprecious) on his way.
He spellcasts and chews his way through the lot, and when there are only crumbs and a pile of round-edged, polished-looking stones incised with runes and arrays left, he rests his forehead on his laced fingers and groans quietly to himself, "Why do I let him get to me?"
And considers finding more food.