And he does. Steps into the kitchen freshly showered and changed out of those awful fucking Village clothes; he’d wear Whitestone things if he could stand to wear anything less comfortable than his usual button down and pants. His sword clinks on the side of his belt and the antimagic ring sits on his hand. His earbuds are around his neck, but he’s not wearing them at the moment. Doesn’t dare reducing his awareness.
He’s also holding a book, and a rubber duck with a flower pot on its head.
Wherever and however Darcy is set up, he puts the duck down (it squeaks) and then settles in alongside.
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And he does. Steps into the kitchen freshly showered and changed out of those awful fucking Village clothes; he’d wear Whitestone things if he could stand to wear anything less comfortable than his usual button down and pants. His sword clinks on the side of his belt and the antimagic ring sits on his hand. His earbuds are around his neck, but he’s not wearing them at the moment. Doesn’t dare reducing his awareness.
He’s also holding a book, and a rubber duck with a flower pot on its head.
Wherever and however Darcy is set up, he puts the duck down (it squeaks) and then settles in alongside.