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mordredeschain) wrote2015-07-28 12:36 pm
mordredeschain) wrote2015-07-28 12:36 pm
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Mordred hates thinnies, really he does. Thinnies, old oak doors, todash and all other methods of unorthodox travel.
This probably has something to do with the fact that he is currently sprawled on a lawn in completely the wrong universe, with no way to get back.
After a second or two he gets up and wanders to the door of the house. There's bound to be food in there somewhere, he can feel at least one mind. "Let me in, sai, if ya would. Mordred's a-hungry and a-lost!"
This probably has something to do with the fact that he is currently sprawled on a lawn in completely the wrong universe, with no way to get back.
After a second or two he gets up and wanders to the door of the house. There's bound to be food in there somewhere, he can feel at least one mind. "Let me in, sai, if ya would. Mordred's a-hungry and a-lost!"