un: gioia. flatmates wanted.

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Name: gwenaëlle wynne-york
Date: 26th.
Format: text.

( afterwards—

she doesn't want to talk about what happened. she doesn't have to, it turns out, because when she's well enough to convince someone she's well enough to go home, there isn't anyone there except putin, distraught, and mercifully looking like someone has been feeding him. she knocks on a few doors to figure out which neighbour to thank and dispassionately catalogues in her mind how they all look at her (mirrorbound; traumatized) when they answer their doors in case some time it matters. )

I have some spare rooms in my house now for people who aren't weird about dogs since it's my house now.

( after the post has stood for a while, an addition is made: )

I'm also in need of someone to bond with or I'm going to end up less house-broken than Putinka. It's supposed to be witches and monsters, isn't it? I don't know anyone to bond with, so if there are witches who'd be interested in rolling the dice, let me know.

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[gunsmithed]

[ Percy's hands are steady and gentle as he reaches out to begin buckling the leather into place around the dog, frowning a little to himself as he shifts things to make sure they fit properly. Once you've tried armoring a bear, other animals seem easy enough. But Trinket was always something of a special case.

Usually he's more than happy to lose himself in his work, but something about the nervous tension in the air urges him to keep things from getting too quiet. He's not the best a small talk, never did see much of a use for it, but he can at least try. ]

I've tried to keep it as flexible as possible, I'm not sure what you'll want to have him doing. If you want a bit more protection, I can try adding more plates in a few places.