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[silvermists]

Behold, the long-haired hermit of the Castle has returned. Uncanny how good he is at avoiding people--it's almost as if he can make himself invisible or something! It's for the best, really, he doesn't have much to offer. Does he?

He isn't hiding tonight. There he is, wearing black pants, a reddish shirt and a nice robe, also red--his original clothing he tossed away into the clouds, but he does still seem to favor pretty, flowing things. He's not doing anything dastardly, he's not plotting evil and cackling, he's just... having dinner. And a drink.

More drink than dinner.

Much more. (Though that's probably not the only reason he looks rundown and ill.)

Hey, it's still calories. Good for your heart too, is it not?



((because I've really neglected the poor evil bastard, have you a genpost.))

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[collectyourfriends]

...Frisk's met this man before.

But they're tired. Extremely. Going on a week with nothing but skitty naps, since the itch to MOVE is back and the castle hasn't sent them to where they came from, amd their mind seems to be taking that as a cue to do nothing but scream about how trapped they are.

Who cares how they know him, it's not like silver's a weird hair color where they're from anyway. He's is the second person they've found drinking in relatively recent memory, and they unceremoniously drop into a chair not far from him without a word. Them and their giant dog-thing bodyguard, of course, settling on the floor beside them.