*Agnes Oblige sits gently down in a relatively remote bar, far off the trail, although a small dirt trail leads to it from the main paths of the Nirvana Plains. Surrounded by a miscellaneous assortment of trees and shrubs, the bar finds few customers but is still a comfortable place for relaxation regardless of its isolation... or perhaps thanks to it. She drinks delicately from her pomegranate drink, sighing as she glances towards her companion... completely passed out from drinking and being overly defensive of her. Guv lies on the table with his face smooshed on his half eaten grilled salmon sandwich, the cup of generic rum he earlier drank splashed all of the table, causing the caretaker to mumble as she wipes it off. His beloved mouse, Yangus, scurries to and fro with a piece of cheddar cheese gleefully inside of its mouth.*
"Is that thing ever going to stop?"
*Agnes looks up to see the caretaker pointing towards Yangus, her right eye being covered by her white, yet youthful, hair.*
"Pro... probably not."
*The caretaker only sighs as she goes back into the kitchen. Agnes yawns before taking a cat nap...*
(Eh, normal rules, but otherwise the battle circumstances will continually change depending on how we both RP. I hate how everything feels to stagnant sometimes really.)
"Is that thing ever going to stop?"
*Agnes looks up to see the caretaker pointing towards Yangus, her right eye being covered by her white, yet youthful, hair.*
"Pro... probably not."
*The caretaker only sighs as she goes back into the kitchen. Agnes yawns before taking a cat nap...*
(Eh, normal rules, but otherwise the battle circumstances will continually change depending on how we both RP. I hate how everything feels to stagnant sometimes really.)