[ Morax settles easily and without much extra movement. a breath goes from his lips and out his nose audibly as his body gets heavier. he rests his hands over his chest, weaving golden fingers together as if he were lying in a coffin.
he even closes his eyes for a good measure. ]
What about my hood?
[ even now he still looks like he's a little stony. it's almost admirable. ]
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he even closes his eyes for a good measure. ]
What about my hood?
[ even now he still looks like he's a little stony. it's almost admirable. ]