GLYKIA | an exploration and memloss rp

[Azul had been hoping for at least some semblance of peace and quiet to gather his thoughts together and figure this whole situation out. The rooms left much to be desired, but it was better than nothing. Or so he thought.

It would take only minutes before a blood curdling scream came from his room, and anyone that walked in would be met with what looked like the brutal massacre of a fancy pen set. The bed was covered in a black inky substance, and there was a formerly white fluffy creature hissing from a spot on the ceiling- also covered in ink.

Azul is still standing there with his hand over his mouth, his cheeks turning beat red now that he's got company. He is so not ready to try and lie his way out of this one.]

[Well since he can't bear to show his face in the residential area again, nor will he ever manage to sleep there without the paranoia of being jumped by fluffy cotton balls, Azul hunted down the nearest body of water and hunkered down there instead. He could be found laying on the docks with his feet in the water, and his coats draped over his top half to keep the sun out.

He wasn't sleeping, just trying to get his thoughts in order. ]

And bottlecaps of all things- bottle caps! THIS WHOLE ECONOMY IS IN SHAMBLES- WAH!

[And he nearly jumped out of his skin seeing someone there. At least he didn't have another ink-cident this time.]

Hello there, to what do I owe the pleasure?

[Two km probably doesn't seem like much to most, but Azul had all the stamina of a two year-old at the mall without a stroller. While he had a good reason for it, he wasn't really willing to openly admit he's only had human legs for two years. He probably shouldn't have even come on the little adventure, but after many rests he made it. No one would take the opportunity for a quick buck away from him.

He would happily offer advice on the sugar least likely to result in a lawsuit, but most of what he'd be pillaging was cutlery and cookware... and an espresso machine that looked minimally damaged? He'd be taking that and anyone that wanted it could pry it from his cold dead tentacles. So with that heavy bundle of metal in his arms and a heavy bag of supplies, he hangs out by the door with a cheery grin on his face.]

Ah, ready to go are we?

[Very bold words coming from someone who was panting and wheezing like he was going to die on the way over.]

[Given his family experience with restaurants, and the unclaimed diner right by the water, Azul decided to take it as a sign and started cleaning the place out. He could be found sweeping and cleaning the place out, or alternatively cooking some fish he caught on the docks. The stoves may not work, but a bit of fire magic could go a long way. ]

Hm? Oh, I'm sorry, the stove isn't actually working, it's just a spell. [He pauses, considering something, them smiles oh-so-pleasantly.] But I'll be willing to cook your catch up for you for a trade.