you ever heard of a finger roll? + wt, painting the docks

[ophelia.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]Ophelia made her presence known after a few moments, arriving with a small smile on her face. It seemed that Leroy was getting around to his own task, though he was making it a more community service themed event than her own task had been. That didn't bother her. Art was something fun for a lot of creatures, even if she wasn't all that artistically inclined herself. She knew that some members would find this fun and not just a time-consuming task.

"I could help with this, if you'd like me to." she would purr, an obvious small joke about the words he'd said to her about the mess hall. It was all in good fun, though, and she sat down to wait for others to arrive. She was sure he'd organize this well enough. "Where do you need me, Leroy?"