Who are you and what have your planet's people done with the real Shen?

[nomen_est_numen]

[action]

[Anyone who's known Shen for more than, oh, say, thirty seconds, would never expect to see him doing what he's doing, now.

He's in a perfume store. That isn't the strange bit. The strange bit is that he's assembling shelves. He's been sweeping and assembling shelves and re-stocking merchandise all day. Y'see, someone spotted that that giant bird EVO was him--kind of hard not to, with that colour scheme--and called him out on it. And he agreed to fix whatever he could fix.

One might wonder if he's feeling well or got another blow to the head or if someone's holding his feather-conditioning powder hostage.

One could ask...]

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[stinglikeabat]

[This is a man who runs around dressed as a butterfly for a living, he's not judging one single bit re: the lilac. Although speaking of judgement!]

Those look good, whatever they are!

By the way, I heard you've been fighting with Gordon lately. What's all that about?

[Shen will never escape the soap opera gossip circle his life has become. Never.]

[nomen_est_numen]

[He really should be used to it--any royal court is just a live-action soap opera. Maybe he just doesn't remember it that well, yet....]

[He actually winces briefly.]

That... well, I wasn't in my right mind at the time. I was fevered and worked up and we ended up in a ridiculous brawl.

[He's probably heard tell of how Shen became a wild, flapping, incoherent ball of feathery rage....]

It's... more or less behind us, now.

[stinglikeabat]

Glad to hear it!

...I'm a little sorry I missed it, though. I've always wondered how you can fight with all those feathers in the way!