♠ Luceti - Appointment Post ♠

[devourthemfirst]

This post is made so anyone can talk to Czeslaw at anytime! Any type of communication is perfectly fine (video, voice, text, action etc) Please be sure to give the date along with the type of communication when posting!
Example: 14 March [action]
Back-threading and future-threading are accepted as well!

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[contaeoro]

[Czeslaw was fortunate to be born with hair that wasn't frizzy, a calmer part of Maiza's brain thinks as he blinks his squinty eyes at the sight of Czes' hair standing all crazily, the big hair doesn't look good on him at all. But he shouldn't say that or else the kid would get really, really mad.]

Sorry, Czeslaw, I was just tryin' to talk to you. It looks like this electricity thing does more than cause a few lightning bolts. You all right?

[devourthemfirst]

[It probably would be wise not to say that right now, yes. But Czes simply rubs his shoulder a little as the pain disappears as quickly as it came on.]

You don't have to touch me in order to talk to me. [Gosh Maiza keep your hands to yourself if you're gonna go around shocking people!! He let's go of his shoulder and sighs though, calming down as twila recedes a little] I'm fine, you should know I am. [Immortality and all, he means] So what did you want? [Still has not noticed his hair]

[contaeoro]

[Completely unfazed by Czes' anger and pushing back any amusement that might show up on his face, he sighs softly and tries to remember what he was going to say. He then remembers the broom he's holding in his hand, and remembering, points to the chair Czes is on.]

I was going to ask if you 'd help me move that, I think. You were lost in thought I didn't know if you'd hear.

[devourthemfirst]

I would've heard you. [Though it's entirely possible he wouldn't have considering Twila had wrapped his mind in her darkness at that moment. But nevertheless!! he gets up off the chair and turns around to grab the armrest]

Do you still want my help?

[contaeoro]

Yeah. That'd be great actually.

[He walks around to the other side of the chair, grabbing the opposite armrest. They just gotta move it to the other side of the room, but he glances again at Czes' hair. Man... he should tell him.]