Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

Another day at work. Atton was beginning to get the hang of it again.

To keep himself busy, he'd picked up a bunch of bottles and a book of cocktails. He was meticulously making his way through several as he went along, testing them out on Tino when they were done.

Sometimes labor for the hands drowned out what was going on in your head. And if anyone was an expert at accomplishing that, it was Atton Rand.

[[ open! no ocd for once. anarchy! ]]

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[mages_suck]

Fenris caught the look that was thrown and lifted a single shoulder. "Close enough. Like I said, I almost never use it. Continue using 'elf' if you wish. It does not offend."

[hernando_fuentes]

Hernando ducked his head a little. Perhaps acknowledgement. "How are you finding the island so far?"

[mages_suck]

"Confusing on all fronts," Fenris said brightly. "Though for all that, it doesn't seem so bad."

[hernando_fuentes]

"Is there anything I could answer for you that might perhaps make it less confusing?" Hernando wondered.

[mages_suck]

Fenris nodded at Hernando's drink. "Are you enjoying your beer?"