[ It’s been about a week since Percival’s arrival in the Nameless City, and it would seem that the powers-that-be have little regard for how long someone has been here, as Percival had gone to sleep his normal self one evening and awoken as… an… erune? The next morning.
He himself had managed to evade the magic, somehow, but if it’s anything like previous curses, the way to return to normal was obvious (to him, at least). But that isn’t something he wishes on Percival, and if he’s already figured it out, perhaps it’s best not to speak of it.
He lifts his coffee cup to his lips and takes a sip. There probably is cat hair in his, too, but lbr, he’s drank worse before, so he doesn’t flinch. ]
That’s unfortunate. Do you want me to make you another cup?
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He himself had managed to evade the magic, somehow, but if it’s anything like previous curses, the way to return to normal was obvious (to him, at least). But that isn’t something he wishes on Percival, and if he’s already figured it out, perhaps it’s best not to speak of it.
He lifts his coffee cup to his lips and takes a sip. There probably is cat hair in his, too, but lbr, he’s drank worse before, so he doesn’t flinch. ]
That’s unfortunate. Do you want me to make you another cup?