six swords [ dictated/action ]

[pocketmage]

[ Don't mind this little guy lounging on one of the Lobby's couches, on his side, supporting his head with one hand lazily as the other flips through the pages of the journal with seemingly little interest in the written contents. People were so predictable. He had kind of come to that conclusion after the thousands of reactions to the same little things. His hope with the human race: not really present.

But no matter. He flipped on an empty page, and would dictate rather loudly: ]

Soooo... who's ready for the Feast for the coming year? I know I am!

[ Boisterous and unnecessarily loud. There was definitely something flipped about Genis today.

He would lounge about like he owned the place. Anyone want to come bother him? ]