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[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu appears, evidently having been in Tibet prior to doing so. He seems to be amidst a pile of projects, the most important of which is the pile of child-sized clothing in front of him which he is very slowly letting out the seams on, adjusting for a wearer who has evidently grown since the last time he wore them. Beside him, as always is his cloth, watching it's master impassively. On his other side is a pile of books that seem to have been hastily shoved aside in favour of the clothing.

He sighs, having finished with half of one garment, and moving on to the other half without a word.]


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[extutela.livejournal.com]

[Mmhng. He's not sure that is reassuring.] Is that so... Who might that be?

[lamb_of_gold]

He calls himself The Doctor.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[Mental note to find said person.] I'm sorry, I don't believe I caught your name.

[lamb_of_gold]

I am Mu.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

Just Mu? Excuse me, it's a pleasure, I'm sure.

[lamb_of_gold]

Just Mu.

The pleasure is mine, sir...?