#moxxee

Another long ass shift, but the pay was worth it. Another load into the savings account towards his dream, even if he had to dress in scanty clothing. It wasn't really the clothing that was the issue, just the patrons.

　RANDOM QUESTIONS. ACCEPTING.

Semblances of stillness to an otherwise tempestuous family life came about few and far in between. Notwithstanding a pronounced lack of a raging inferno of hatred and abuse raining down upon the owlish prince for the smallest of perceived transgressions, an atmosphere of tension reigned supreme all the same.

In the regrettably limited opportunities wherein the lady of the house was absent, Stolas could do nothing if not rest on his laurels, and recharge for yet another hopelessly depressing day come the sunrise.

What, pray tell, has his life come to?

Strewn atop a loveseat, the Goetia dragged his digits across his face, pulling down his makeup-laden feathers down along with it. Self-care. Self-care routine. This is the time. Without bothering to turn his head to look, he makes a few failed grabs at an ornate bell laid behind him, then rings it once it is in his grasp.

"Moxxie, dear... a little pep to your step, s'il vous plait?"

Ring Ring

NAME: moxxie <3

RINGTONE: beethoven duh

PICTURE: a picture of baby moxx

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: Mom, I'm fine.

100 nonverbal prompts

@moxxee plotted for a starter!

A few new imps had to be hired at the Goetia estate recently thanks to one of Stella's infamous rages that had some... In less than their best condition. She hadn't met any of the new hires, and she never remembers names or faces. But they do get rather decent pay, and most knew better than to get in the lady's way when she was throwing one of her tantrums. She sat on her patio, sipping tea and reading a magazine. As she lifted the cup to her beak, she found no drink inside. Ugh- How annoying. She went to pour some from the kettle and it was also empty.

She rolled her eyes and picked up a little bell she kept on the table and rang it loudly to summon the attention of the nearby servants. "Brew me a fresh pot of tea." She commanded, seeming inconvenienced at even having to demand such a thing.