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[workaphilic]

[The journal opens to the sound of footsteps on these very icy hallways, and the voice of your very favorite giant toolbag, mid-sentence.

He's rambling, a little.]

-- not impossible to suppose I may have overlooked some potential of the castle's recent redecoration. Not to say that it isn't insipid, of course, because it is, but if we're to suffer this through the holiday, there must be something, something, something....

[There's a pause. He climbs onto one of the ice couches in one of the ice hallways, stands braced with one foot on the arm and the other on the not-so cushions, ostensibly to look at the wall.

When in doubt, climb furniture.]

Oh, yes. I can 'make it work,' as it were.

((Open, both over the journal and in person! Feel free to run into him anywhere in the castle; he's super bored, and will be climbing shit anywhere and everywhere. Also, kissmas shenanigans (planned or unplanned) are welcome!))

Comments

[nihilo]

Things like trying to read the wall.

[workaphilic]

[He glances over, finally, but just to smirk at her.]

In a manner of speaking.

[nihilo]

What's it telling you then?

[workaphilic]

[Legitimately a question he can't answer, due to castle intervention.

But, then, he probably wouldn't have been direct about it anyway.]

Isn't it obvious?

[nihilo]

[ Alice shrugs. ]

I don't speak the language of walls.

[workaphilic]

Pity.

[He goes back to his wall, squinting.]

There's plenty to see. From any wall, not just this one.