Nov 28, 2014
Lysandre! It has been a while, my friend! *Opens arms for a probably not-so-comfortable hug.*
Quirks a brow, followed by a few steps back.
"Don’t touch me."
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Lysandre! It has been a while, my friend! *Opens arms for a probably not-so-comfortable hug.*
Quirks a brow, followed by a few steps back.
"Don’t touch me."
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Dell hardly looked up when he thought he heard someone buttering about. He was the sort of man that always had to be working on something, whether it be crunching numbers, tinkering with machines or his guitar, or working towards yet another PhD.
He was right in the middle of the latter at this time. Bored with nothing to do on his down-time and banned from tinkering with the kitchen appliances after the Medic was inadvertently injured by his improvements to the oven (who didn't want an oven that could chop up onions for you), he had turned his attention to getting a Doctorate of Civil Law.
"Can I help y'all?" He asked just in case he actually had company and he wasn't just hearing things.