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[golden_hawke]

-=Hawke is inside his home, walking about with the PCD blissfully remaining above his belly button. Hawke has no shirt on and there's a fire in the hearth to keep him warm. He looks very perturbed as he's holding up a frock coat=-

What is this? Where is my cloth? Where are any of them?

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[Video]

[golden_hawke]

-=Alright, he might consider these pants. But there are lots of clothes here. Humans and their stupid layers.=-

I will look more into these cloths. -=He doesn't like it, though.=-

[Video]

[brb-pigfarts.livejournal.com]

[Yaaaay pants.]

Good. Contact me again when you're clothed.

[Video]

[golden_hawke]

I will.


-=The PCD shuts off, and then about fifteen minutes later turns back on. He's wearing a white shirt that might have been a bit frilly. And then there's a tartan cloth in red and blue over one shoulder.=-

I have coverings, now!

[Video]

[brb-pigfarts.livejournal.com]

[Distastefully- ]

Yes, I can see that.

[Ugh.]

Look, meet me at [x,y] and we can talk there. And don't try any funny business, or I'll hex your ears off.

[Video]

[golden_hawke]

-=It's a kilt!=-

I will be there. -=smirks again before he turns off the feed, off to find the young man.=-