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Mrlgh, there's - fuzz on Sherral's face. A kind of cloying, drying fuzz that clings even to dry skin.

As Sherral opens his eyes, he sees that it's woollen yarn, in bright pink and orange, from the suspiciously snug floor where he's sprawled beneath a cheerful woollen lamp with a knitted lightbulb inside.

This is not what he was expecting. A room full of yarn - a quick glance around confirms that everything seems to be either covered in or made of wool, checkered in various coloured patterns. A knitted puppet the size of a man stares at him from one of corner - is never really expected.

"Faram's balls," he growls.

Date: 2013-12-30 10:14 pm (UTC)
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A hand closes around his ankle.
Hard.

Logically, Eric knows that this guy likely isn't responsible, but the horned thing is gone and someone's got to pay.

His growl is wordless.

Also, he has some very fluffy purple yarn stuck in his hair.

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