[Honestly, who doesn't like receiving gifts? Well, Dorian really, if they're presented in person. This fountain, though, draws his curiosity. Floating, water-tight packages enchanted to find their intended recipient? How could he refuse? Once the sides have cleared, he approaches the water, smiling at the magnificence of the thing first, before touching the water gently. At first, nothing happens and he does his model best to hide his disappointment, but then a brilliant purple package forces itself through the throng of other boxes and makes it way to him, unfurling in a thoroughly necessary flourish he's momentarily jealous he didn't contrive.
His brow furrows in nostalgia at the reveal though, for within is a small carved wooden duck on wheels with brass accents and a leather thong at the front, made to be pulled behind an excited child, and with a lid so as to hold his little treasures. He picks up the duck and looks at it, mindless really of anyone who might be watching. And then he smiles.]
Serrah Anatis. What a surprise to find you here.
iii. club exhibition
[In the past few months, Dorian has tried to embrace the life of a Quarantine native, and so he's to be found perusing the stalls exhibiting the various clubs currently looking for new members at various points throughout the month. Most of them aren't attractive to him, but he does stop at one stall advertising a book club. Promising, right?
Wrong. He makes a disgusted sound as he turns to leave.]
If I wanted to sit around and discuss the latest bodice-ripper, I'd join a knitting club.
v. WILDCARD
(OOC: If you'd like to track Dorian down for gift-giving, he can be found on floor 10 of community housing, or at work, the library, at his favorite cafe down by the river, or wherever! Feel free to just start something, or hmu on plurk (vikael)
Dorian Pavus | Dragon Age
[Honestly, who doesn't like receiving gifts? Well, Dorian really, if they're presented in person. This fountain, though, draws his curiosity. Floating, water-tight packages enchanted to find their intended recipient? How could he refuse? Once the sides have cleared, he approaches the water, smiling at the magnificence of the thing first, before touching the water gently. At first, nothing happens and he does his model best to hide his disappointment, but then a brilliant purple package forces itself through the throng of other boxes and makes it way to him, unfurling in a thoroughly necessary flourish he's momentarily jealous he didn't contrive.
His brow furrows in nostalgia at the reveal though, for within is a small carved wooden duck on wheels with brass accents and a leather thong at the front, made to be pulled behind an excited child, and with a lid so as to hold his little treasures. He picks up the duck and looks at it, mindless really of anyone who might be watching. And then he smiles.]
Serrah Anatis. What a surprise to find you here.
iii. club exhibition
[In the past few months, Dorian has tried to embrace the life of a Quarantine native, and so he's to be found perusing the stalls exhibiting the various clubs currently looking for new members at various points throughout the month. Most of them aren't attractive to him, but he does stop at one stall advertising a book club. Promising, right?
Wrong. He makes a disgusted sound as he turns to leave.]
If I wanted to sit around and discuss the latest bodice-ripper, I'd join a knitting club.
v. WILDCARD
(OOC: If you'd like to track Dorian down for gift-giving, he can be found on floor 10 of community housing, or at work, the library, at his favorite cafe down by the river, or wherever! Feel free to just start something, or hmu on plurk (