( i: thirteen knows what you did last summer ) cw: possible drug use/addiction discussion

[Caduceus is quite calm at his assigned desk, the paper slip he'd arrived with looked at, scrutinized quietly for a long moment, then tucked under his breastplate with a thoughtful hum. He clasps his hands on the desk before him, and with a calm smile, he leans back in the chair that is probably too small for him.]

Well. That's a fine thing to lead with. How about we start with names and see where we go from there?


( to prank or be pranked )

[Caduceus is not one inclined to steal, so most of the mail shenanigans are of no interest to him. Folks have probably stolen packages from right under his nose and he's paid it no mind. If they want it so badly, they're welcome to it.

However, one package does catch his eye one morning; outside of his cottage it rests, waiting, but he can't for the life of him lift it. It's long and thin, suspiciously so. Much as he pokes and prods at it, the packaging remains intact and immobile. Hm. Unfortunate.

Should someone happen to pass by or stop to wonder why the heck he's just sitting there staring at a box, he smiles.]

Hey there. How about a trade? You steal mine and I'll steal yours.


( wildcard )

[just throw someone at him tbh he'll be wandering about and he is intensely friendly.]