[He isn't hard to find, really. Bolin is in what is rapidly being used as the storage room, sat in the middle of the floor with a heavy, emerald, velvet curtain in his lap and a needle and thread in his hand. There's a basket of small green marbles to his side with very delicate little holes drilled through every last one to make beads which he is stitching into the curtain's fringe. Add that little bit of sparkle, you know? Some pizzazz.
Pabu isn't too far away, chasing around a little moth. There's music playing on Bolin's Omni, up out of reach on the windowsill. Some slow big band number that reminds him of home.
When he's called, he looks up, smiles, and lowers his needlework. All the Coldbloods are on edge this month and everyone else is getting eaten by bloodlust but whatever is up their panties has steered clear of this guy. He's snug as a bug in a rug. And there may actually be bugs in this rug.]
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Date: 2021-09-21 03:22 pm (UTC)Pabu isn't too far away, chasing around a little moth. There's music playing on Bolin's Omni, up out of reach on the windowsill. Some slow big band number that reminds him of home.
When he's called, he looks up, smiles, and lowers his needlework. All the Coldbloods are on edge this month and everyone else is getting eaten by bloodlust but whatever is up their panties has steered clear of this guy. He's snug as a bug in a rug. And there may actually be bugs in this rug.]
Hey Wu, what's up?