macxbre

shepherdofylisse

dueltails

fallen-valkyrie

[I’ll guess it’s the rating thing?]

Lonesecretdreamer

Opinion on;

Character in general: Severa is amazingHow they play them: Pretty awesome. She’s been with Severa for fairly long I think so yes I approve of her Severa very muchThe Mun: hella awesome

Do I:

RP with them: Yep!Want to RP with them: Of course.~

What is my;

Overall Opinion: Excellent Severa, and really cool to talk to at times! 

Dueltails

Opinion on;

Character in general: LON’QU!SEVERA *CRIES*How they play them: Her Severa is awesome and adorable. Hope to RP with her because Lon’Qu Severa is just WOWThe Mun: Haven’t talked to her, but she seems pretty chill. 

Do I:

RP with them: No, unfortunately. Want to RP with them: YES PLZ.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: Seems to be a great Severa that is so much more quality than my weirdly out of character Severa. I really hope to talk to her sometimes and ahhhhhh

⊰❂⊱ "Well, there sure are a lot of you..." The dancer muttered, not exactly at ease considering the amount of people around her. Had they all come to see her performance? She hoped not, that kind of attention would be so embarrassing.

     He established a policy for walk-ins, although not in the literal sense.  There are those who are lost, mistaking the edifice for some other business or building, shuffling out of the waiting room after careful explanation that he's a independently operated therapist and not a real-estate agent or a lawyer or whatever other occupation he's been mistaken for, and there are those that simply can't comprehend that he makes his work number and email address available for public access so meetings can be scheduled rather than spontaneous.  Either way, he's certain no one has gone further than the waiting room regardless of what error they've committed, and certainly no one has audaciously barged into his office expecting him to do much more than show them the way out again.

     Frederick's appointment wasn't scheduled to half an hour later: while he decrees that he bears witness to wonders of God's might and sacrosanct pentecostalism daily, the chance of him arriving so outrageously early are slim to none. The quiet footsteps, lilliputian and delicate, betray that the owner of the shoes might not be a heavyset man in his mid thirties.

     He rises from his desk, fully aware that there's no way he could make it to the door in time to otherwise welcome his uninvited patient: one, two, three seconds later, the imposing oak slab swings open, no indication of a disregarded intention to knock apparent.  He feels a grimace mar his otherwise stony-set visage, hands limply at his sides as he feels his jaw lock and tighten to otherwise betray the radiating annoyance seeping out of his pores like rotting nuclear waste. 

Whoever heard that one must have had twigs for brains.