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[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Mightily Oats is downstairs once again, this time sitting by the fire. He doesn't have much tolerance for cold, sadly, as Omnia is rather more like a desert than it is like Scotland.

Tonight, he has tea, and is surprisingly Bible-free. Even his ultra-starched clerical collar is a little laxer than usual, as if it too is enjoying its relaxation time.

He's been making a lot of holy water. He can probably hook you up if you ask him nicely.

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[creator_raven]

Raven pokes at him with his foot.

"I do not think it is a thing you should try in the bar, perhaps. There are rules, yes?"

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Oats scrambles to his feet and away from the offending poking, as if Raven's feet will somehow profane him.

(Let's not think about possible implications of that one.)

"

[creator_raven]

"Possibly he is not watching. Or possibly he is. Gods are disturbing like that, I have found."

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Oats gives him something of a look from beneath layers of distress and mortification.

"Well ... well, of course he is watching!" he sputters.