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[ It's night again, so it's time for Yllit to do his thang *^* which...is basically tending to things in the garden, actually. Since there's no Pa'sol native to the island where the Tower is, he's had to start cultivating it himself c: so there will be tiny little sprouts he's watering carefully, taking care to pluck weeds from the surrounding dirt while snacking on a few every now and again.

He'll glance at the Tower on and off, ears flicking in its direction to try and pick up any sounds from within. :c it is so lonely without his Forest bawwww ]

[ ooc; OPEN since his grimoire's still in his room sob ;; ]

Arf

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[The following is written neatly in the journals:]

Name:
Species:
Powers/Skills/Abilities of note:
Can you cook?
Would you cook for an adorable dog?
Do you believe in souls?

[And then... spoken! Dog doesn't sound any different than usual.]

It really is much easier to write when you have thumbs. It's been so long, I suppose I forgot how convenient hands are.

Anyway! All of you kids should fill that out. I'm merely curious, and I can assure you I have absolutely no ulterior motives. I even made Euri fill it out, even though she complained the whole time. If you want to give me the answers in person, which is even better, I'm down in the lobby.

[And he is! Well, there's an incredibly attractive black-haired man and absolutely no creepy black dogs in the lobby. He's got his feet up on a coffee table and is picking at his nails, his worn-looking journal next to him on the couch.]