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maskormenace2014-07-08 09:07 pm
governorkang) wrote in maskormenace2014-07-08 09:07 pm
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[Kang is standing in a brightly lit, homey kitchen that is not designed like any in government housing. He is also having to be careful where he puts his head and wings, to avoid smacking into a few copper pots hanging from a rack above an island. Judging from the proportions of everything else, very few humans would have the same problem.]
This may sound like a strange request, but does anyone know of any shops in Heropa that sell deer meat out of season? If it weren't illegal, I'd hunt the damn things myself.
[A female voice pipes up in the background.]
Language!
[He looks to the side with a sheepish expression and apologizes before continuing:]
Or anywhere else. Price isn't an issue.
[There's a distant sound of shouting, and the same voice heaves a sigh before saying that she'll be right back. Before Kang can respond or even protest, a very young baby bundled in a pale yellow blanket is thrust into his arms.
His eyes widen, his wings snap out slightly, and he looks to the side again in sheer panic.]
What are you - wait - come back!
[The rest of him doesn't move an inch, treating the baby dwarfed in his arms as if it's made of very expensive, very breakable glass.
The fact that he's recording to the network, and that he needs to breathe, is momentarily forgotten as he looks down.
HALP.]
This may sound like a strange request, but does anyone know of any shops in Heropa that sell deer meat out of season? If it weren't illegal, I'd hunt the damn things myself.
[A female voice pipes up in the background.]
Language!
[He looks to the side with a sheepish expression and apologizes before continuing:]
Or anywhere else. Price isn't an issue.
[There's a distant sound of shouting, and the same voice heaves a sigh before saying that she'll be right back. Before Kang can respond or even protest, a very young baby bundled in a pale yellow blanket is thrust into his arms.
His eyes widen, his wings snap out slightly, and he looks to the side again in sheer panic.]
What are you - wait - come back!
[The rest of him doesn't move an inch, treating the baby dwarfed in his arms as if it's made of very expensive, very breakable glass.
The fact that he's recording to the network, and that he needs to breathe, is momentarily forgotten as he looks down.
HALP.]