who wants to party ;; aesior

A look of amusement on his face as his head slowly stopped pounding from his little hop, gray eye taking in the form of Mustacciuoli. One of the newer members to the group, perhaps? He should ask his help with the project he had in mind. He would offer the other a smile, thin veil fluttering about his face. Lifting a claw, he would scrawl into the dirt "I'm afraid I can't talk," before he paused and took a deep breath. Internally, he tried to project his voice to the other, "At least, not in a normal way. A break from reality would be nice but sadly I fear it is unrealistic at this moment." He gave a light shrug.

He could appreciate the friendly manner of the other, he truly could. He wouldn't turn him away for it, no. It was refreshing, a different pace from the stresses that absorbed his family life and schedule. "How are you finding it here?" He asked honestly in that same attempt to brush his mind without actual words.

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