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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2017 1:14 pm
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"Nothin' wrong with that." He nodded as he looked down at his hand, "I'm in school for Sociology, but I barely just started." Shiloh looked sheepish at this, but it also sort of... felt good to tell people this fact, even if it had been a shock to himself at first too.
"But I still like to draw. I thought about going for that—be an art teacher or something—but this is good too. Dunno who Nasir is, though." He looked to be thinking just to make sure; after all, he still wasn't completely aware of the individuals Beel might have messed with, or if there had been people from this world that he did know but didn't remember. Either way, he shrugged. "But if he's your bud, they he's prolly pretty great."
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 8:05 am
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"Sociology? That's pretty awesome, like professional people watching." Not quite but it sounded better that way, "Maybe you'll like solve some grand societal mysteries." Will nodded his head, impressed.
Wil took a drag and the smoke started to creep from his nostrils when he didn't exhale immediately. Bud sneezed and shook his head, rolling onto his feet again and leaning off of Wil's knees to sniff at Shiloh.
"Oh Nasir's my boyfriend," He smiled, not shy about sharing or being thrilled about it. The silver infinity twist ring on his finger made a bit more sense also, "Usually people know him cause he's the cook at Darlene's and super friendly. He's like a mad skilled cook. You know those wings they make? That's all him."
His brows rose, blue eyes drifting to the creeping plants, "Seems like a handy skill if you need some herbs.." Surely Wil and Nasir would be interested in a broad spectrum of 'herbs'.
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 4:53 pm
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Shiloh snorted, "Wish it was that easy. I'm going for social work though." He watched Bud as he rolled around. He offered a finger to the ferret, wiggling it precariously.
"That's pretty cool though? They got some sick-a** wings." He cracked a grin, "Invite me over for a dinner party sometime?" It was mostly—if not completely—a harmless joke, but the food at Darlene's was good (and immensely comforting). "You know, though, like joking aside—I've never tried to grow anything specific—I just let it happen." He looked down at his hands.
"I bet I could though." A raspy rolling chuckle got caught in his throat, "Bet'cha boyfriend needs lots of herbs for cooking, huh? I might be able to... just..."
He had his hand out, eyes locked on his palm in deep concentration, tongue sticking out slightly as he licked his lips.
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