[There's an Old Snake sitting on a bench in the lobby. He probably
should be up and walking but he just doesn't feel like it so much today; he's
not really motivated on his own to burn calories that way as it is not his preferred method.]
[He's never been more bored out of his skull than he is today. It's a lot quieter than it used to be around here and that's got him a little concerned. The more he thinks about it the more he realizes how much he's been missing his armless brother
like Hell. Of course he disappears
right when they has just reconciled and started actually likening each other. That's just one of many things that has been grating on his psyche just a bit.]
[The old man heaves a heavy sigh. He shamelessly pages through an issue of Playboy in a feeble attempt to keep his mind off of negative things.]
((ooc: Hark! A free-range Old Snake who's currently not being molested or molesting anyone.))
((REMEDY THE SITUATION? Y/YFORTHELOVEOFGODY))