12-28-2018, 04:22 PM
Clarence absolutely adored opening presents. He wasn't sure if it was just the childish desire to rip wrapping paper or something out of a bag, but he loved it. He loved getting thoughtful gifts from the people he cared about and he also loved giving them. However, despite it being the Christmas season, he was still surprised when he found a stocking outside his door full of sweets and with a small package on the top addressed to him. He quickly grabbed the package and brought it into his room, shutting the door behind him so he could look at what'd been given to him. The first thing he noticed, before even opening it, was that Orpheus had sent it. While it'd taken him some time to get used to noticing who someone was by their scent or where something had come from just by smell alone, now that he'd been here about a month, he recognized most of his clanmates immediately and could usually figure out what group someone hailed from when they arrived at the border. It was a little strange but he had to admit it was nice to have such a simple way of identifying key information, especially in a world where it was more than possible for an enemy to walk right up to a border with no indication of where they were from otherwise.
In any case, knowing it was from a safe source, the man quickly tore open the packaging and a light smile crossed his maw as he saw several of the little disks that went into the glowy box he found some time ago. All of them claimed to be musicals as well, which only made his smile even wider. He'd been planning on finishing up a lovely book by Mary Shelley, but perhaps he'd have to dip into these instead. That accompanied with the sweets provided in the stocking seemed to imply he'd have a wonderful day of staying in and catching up on more of the media he'd missed since his death (which was quite a lot given it'd been over 200 years). Maybe there was a musical about Frankenstein. That seemed ridiculous but these people seemed to make musicals about everything, and Clarence wasn't going to complain about it. He'd also need to put something together to thank Orpheus, obviously, but maybe that could wait until after he stuck one of the little disks into his glowy box. The one titled "Mamma Mia." That seemed like it'd be fun. He wasn't a huge fan of islands but if there was music, he was sure he would come around to it.
In any case, knowing it was from a safe source, the man quickly tore open the packaging and a light smile crossed his maw as he saw several of the little disks that went into the glowy box he found some time ago. All of them claimed to be musicals as well, which only made his smile even wider. He'd been planning on finishing up a lovely book by Mary Shelley, but perhaps he'd have to dip into these instead. That accompanied with the sweets provided in the stocking seemed to imply he'd have a wonderful day of staying in and catching up on more of the media he'd missed since his death (which was quite a lot given it'd been over 200 years). Maybe there was a musical about Frankenstein. That seemed ridiculous but these people seemed to make musicals about everything, and Clarence wasn't going to complain about it. He'd also need to put something together to thank Orpheus, obviously, but maybe that could wait until after he stuck one of the little disks into his glowy box. The one titled "Mamma Mia." That seemed like it'd be fun. He wasn't a huge fan of islands but if there was music, he was sure he would come around to it.
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