Lambert (
whattaprick) wrote2020-02-08 03:36 pm
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DESCRIPTION: Half the time he forgets this thing even exists, or how to turn it on and off.
DESCRIPTION: The concept of a mailbox is rather foreign to Lambert, who's not exactly what you'd call big on personal correspondence. But there's a wooden crate you can probably drop shit into ???
BUG LAMBERT TO MAKE YOU SHIT: Given time and the right ingredients (which he'll usually ask people to provide) he can make potions (with potential side effects), oils, and bombs. You can bother him more about that in person.
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[ Go big or go home or whatever. Childermass has kept fairly still during Lambert's moving about, eyes flitting briefly down to the tail as it slides away but doesn't quite leave. It's a sudden reminder that it really is that long, isn't it? Of all the strange shit here... well, that's not even the strangest.
He looks up again once the witcher has his hands settled, boxing him in as he is. Chances are he could still vanish if he really wanted to, but it's not as if this is a threat. So, he quirks an eyebrow. ]
Just how much of my day will I be losing to your interpretation?
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I could keep it concise. [ His tail loosens its hold on Childermass, sliding away, and the reason why becomes all too obvious as Lambert begins to slide down to the floor. As he gets on his knees, his hands find the magician's hips and press him gently back against the desk, his tail waving playfully behind him. ]
Or I could expound at length. [ He grins up at Childermass, eyes bright with promise. ] What will it be, Mr. Childermass?
[ In the end, of course, it's somewhere between the two, neither lecture nor summary. Lambert commandeers Childermass's attention and uses the opportunity to eloquently elucidate on the subject, occasionally with the assistance of a hand to press a particular point. All in all, it's an astonishingly educational half hour. ]