[IC] Inbox for deercountry

[inkedspell]

You got the voicemail, not me. Drop me a message and I'll get back to you when I'm available. Thanks.

[BEEEEEEEEEP]

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action! let me know if you prefer this elsewhere

[enblightened]

[Arriving early in the morning is no trouble for Bigby, largely because he doesn't afford much in the way of sleep anyway.

Still, he arrives as promised, giving a hesitant knock at the door.]

this is good!

[inkedspell]

[Ursula's in quite the experience you're first time there, with it being such a cozy looking house that's filled with the smells of blood and ink. One of the hosts opens the door and directs him through the foyer to the parlor where open chairs are.

Saeri has already been busy that morning, but she is slower in the morning. When she spots Bigby, she waves her left hand, which makes the metal prosthetic rather obvious from where her sleeves are pushed up around her biceps. She stands up and walks over to him, smiling, but her eyes are sharp, looking him over. Being taller than him does mean it's easier to get a look at that brand on his forehead.]

You showed up. Good to see it. Take a seat and let me get some observations.