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Who: ZRAEL and u
Where: zrael dorm
When: Day 115, nightish to Day 116, whenever, whatever is most easy for us all in weird timelock zones.

[We won a game, huzzah! Night 115 is when Pharaoh is coming back to the unit with a pink sensitiv sweater wrapped around his waist because his clothes went missing.

But day 116, he's got clothes again, hooray. HOW ARE YOU ALL?]

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[Opening the door wide for him to walk through, and simply moves away from it, expecting Fox to follow.]

[ALSO FOR NOTE: ☆ZRAEL's dorm is pseudo-Victorian Gothic. Parquet wood floors make the repeated shape of pentacles down halls and gas lamp sconces flicker against darkly patterned wallpaper. The table is a heavy wood banquet table, each chair around it a tufted armchair. The beds in each individual bedroom are four-poster beds, hanging with heavy velvet drapes.

The walls end not with a finished ceiling but instead with a few bare wooden flying buttresses, holding up nothing at all — the dorm opens to the sky above. No matter the time of day, it is always night, and the full moon illuminates the dorm with a soft light. The constellations change with the time of year (with time running too fast to correspond to your IC time in Tokyo-F). It doesn't seem to matter that ✩ZRAEL's dorm isn't on the top floor.

The floor of the main room is made entirely of thick glass set atop a steel lattice, which offers a view of the vast, dark ocean which lies beneath. The surface glows softly in the light of the moon, but beyond a certain depth there’s only darkness visible. In the corner of the room is a hatch that allows access to this sea. As with the moon, it doesn’t seem to matter that ✩ZRAEL's dorm has several other floors below it.

Opposite the sea hatch, a pipe organ rests against two walls, a grand parabola of pipes and excess. It squats just short of scraping the buttresses, golden devils adorning the alcoves of the thing, standing proudly atop pipes with spears held aloft and scaling the sides with spears held in their teeth. ]

[this is the most ostentatious thing i've ever seen.

STARING IN AWE ONCE HE'S INSIDE]

[Waves a hand at all this GAUDY SHIT]

This is the main room of ZRAEL. You are welcome to stay as you like. This is simply part of it, however, so I shall show you the rest.

--yes, of course.

[follows, but still kind of distracted by SHINY +o+]

[TO THE BELOVED SUN ROOM:

In the hallway to the bedrooms is a heavy, ornate door marked with a golden engraving of the sun, the All-Seeing Eye in the center of its mass. Through the door is a warm, brightly lit iron-framed greenhouse, which menaces with spikes and is open to the sky the same way the rest of the dormitory is. Unlike the main room, here the sun shines brightly above the greenhouse, nurturing the variety of plants that inhabit it. They can be found both potted atop iron tables and planted directly into the ground in brick planters. The brick paths through the greenhouse form a pentacle, with large clearing in the center.

All of the flora is either toxic, carnivorous, or both. Handle with care!]

How magnificent... I should like to draw or paint in here sometime, as well.

For now, you are welcome to do as you wish.

As much as I would enjoy it, I did come here for you and you alone. So it would be best to paint you somewhere you are comfortable.

I can handle whatever it is that I must do. However, if I had to pick, underneath the sun will always be something that brings me a sense of peace. After all, I am one with the sun itself so it is familiar to me in this world where I'm not familiar with much at all.

Under the sun it is. Please allow me a few minutes to set up my materials while you disrobe.

Hm, fine.

[And so he's going to take his clothes off with little to no fanfare about it.]

[puts together a work station for himself, his easel and various materials, and peers at pharaoh through finger frames, trying to find the right angle to view him from

... slightly distracted by dat ass but trying to be PROFESSIONAL]

[That's true, it is probably a nice ass since he is a rider that rides things.]

[hubba hubba]

I would like to arrange you in the pose that will be most aesthetically pleasing.

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[Thinks about it for a moment since "isn't all of my poses the most aesthetically pleasing???" but-]

Fine, that is acceptable.

[approaches and moves pharaoh's limbs around (gently) so that his shoulders are pushed back and he's standing at an angle that still shows off a majority of his GODLY FORM aka dem abs.

then, frowns.

and turns pharaoh around with his arms raised above his head and crossed at the back of his neck.

frowns again!!

and turns him back to the front]

I cannot decide which angle is better. I may have to simply paint both.

Not a surprise considering that my physical form is considered the finest. I suppose you will have to do what you find necessary.

[preening feathers]

If you are willing to model the extra time for me, then I shall paint your magnificent body twice.

[takes a seat to begin his preliminary sketches]

I am curious enough to see what you see through the eyes of a human. Make it worth it.

Just you wait.

[he chuckles and begins sketching, entirely focused on form, eyes darting back and forth between his canvas and pharaoh.

HOW LONG CAN YOU STAND STILL FOR, OZY]

[PROBABLY FOR A FAIRLY LONG TIME since when he is determined about a thing, he sees it through until the end. Also his physical form is peak so he won't die as fast.]

[THEN WE

ARE GOING TO BE HERE FOR A FEW HOURS

but at that point fox will set down his brush and stretch his arm out]

I believe now would be a good time for a short break. You may relax if you like. I need to stretch, myself.

[When he puts down the brush, Pharaoh takes the time to stretch himself, flexing those muscles to make sure they don't become weary!]

Take your time. Your focus seems to be superb.

[Some minor glances here and there...]

[pleased, cracking his neck and knuckles]

When it comes to art, I am told I am difficult to distract.

You make it sound like a challenge.