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[shiverofmuses]

He just sets a plate of cookies on the balcony then whistles before jumping up onto the ledge to see his little brother

Luckily the mistress was long gone, Octavia currently over at her place. Master Stolas was sound asleep so Tobias was doing chores, working when he heard the whistle, heading outside as Striker came up onto the ledge. "Hello."

[aphantad-a]

"Hey, are you lost?" ((For any muse you feel would fit!))

❝ A little bit, ❞   the imp sheepishly admitted.  Over his shoulders was an almost comically large bag, packed tight with instruments.  He’d been told that his upcoming gig would be in a nearby tavern, though he’d lost the path and wandered into a part of town that he wasn’t familiar with.  Initially, he’d been too proud to ask for help, determined to make his way on his own, but the time between his performance and now was growing too close for his liking.  

It’s get help or don’t perform.  What feels worse?  Obviously it’s not performing.

❝ Do y’know where The Strahvern is? ❞  ( @sharp-killshot )