[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/OEh1rTU.png[/img][color=9AF781][h1]Lord Leo Smithwood[/h1]
Time: Morning
Location: Sorian Palace: Guest House
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[hider=Flashback; Sola 23, Evening following the Damien ball]
[color=lightgray]Leo, having received no help from the guards, set out to track down the possible watch thief himself. He exited the Damien estate and desperately glanced around looking for any trace of the dark blue-gowned woman who might just have his pocket watch. Just as he was beginning to think too much time had passed, and his only suspect had made a clean escape, he thought he saw a flash of blue toward Sorian’s Park. It was his only lead, even if it was a farfetched chance. 

The lion-masked nobleman took off in a sprint toward the park, eyes wide and desperately searching for his suspect. Soon his pace began to slow, a brisk jog, as the dimly lit path through the park was illuminated only by the moon above. [color=B8FC03][i]Would a thief even be on a path? Perhaps hiding about in the bushes?[/i][/color] He wondered. Then he saw it, a glint of moonlight reflecting off what was unmistakably his pocket watch. It dangled, just out of reach, not from a woman in a blue dress but one in orange. The very same orange-clad woman he’d spoken to at the ball!

[color=B8FC03]“Halt!”[/color] He shouted, before immediately quickening his pace. It was then that his cursed luck struck again, the unhinged fit of laughter he fought to suppress began to bubble out. It choked back his words as he tried to speak, [color=B8FC03][i]You stole my watch! You wretched liar![/i][/color], but all that roared forth, in a mist of manic laughter was [color=B8FC03]“Liar!”[/color] As he ran, so did the thief, a brief chase through the park until finally, the thief was just within his grasp. 

[color=B8FC03][i]Return my watch![/i][/color] The stern order he intended to give was drowned out by continued laughter, all he could choke out as his hand grabbed the thief’s shoulder was, [color=B8FC03]“Watch!”[/color] And then a swift knee collided with the jewels of the future Duke. The brief loss of air from the unexpected blow cured the laughter but he quickly crumpled to the ground from the shock of it. He let out a long string of profanities as the orange-clad thief made her escape, taking his prized pocket watch with her.[/color] [/hider]

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The night had been a dreadful and sleepless affair. His stolen pocket watch and the thief, a person he’d spoken with, who he’d taken at their word simply due to her proximity to Nahir at the time, replayed in his mind. He fixated on every word of their conversation, noting every strange thing the woman had said, how she’d seem to have been trying to goad a reaction out of him the whole time. He wondered if Nahir was also in it and then immediately felt guilt for suspecting royalty of such a petty act. His thoughts were occasionally interrupted by giggle fits that began to wane in frequency. As the sun began to break he noticed his voice had finally returned to normal. At least the strange illness had gone. 

Leo had decided to start his day off early, sending one of his own servants out to fetch shoes the moment the shops opened and headed off to wash yesterday’s troubles away with a nice bath. He lounged in the tub of hot water until it grew cold, reminding himself that everything involving his voice was back to normal, his shoe situation would soon be fixed, and that he would find that watch even if he had to tear Caesonia apart brick by brick himself. It was a new day, yesterday’s problems were in the past. He breathed easier. 

But as he exited the tub he noted a new disturbance. He looked at his hands, his arms, then he checked the mirror. He stood there frozen in a state of shock. [color=hotpink][i]What the fuck?[/i][/color]

His skin, his hair, all of him was now hot pink. Several baths later he finally realized this was not washing off. In fact, the incessant scrubbing seemed to have only made it brighter. 

And he was supposed to go to King Edin’s Royal Worship today! While sporting the plumage of a flamingo? [color=hotpink][i]It has to be the water here.[/i][/color] He convinced himself, hoping that he was not the only one who’d soaked in water that was clearly contaminated with something. He dawned a robe and returned to his room, avoiding looking to see if anyone noticed the flamingo man walking through the halls. He continued pacing around his room, repeatedly checking the mirror there and noting that he was in fact, still very, very pink. 

He wondered if he should seek out a doctor, what if whatever was in the water was toxic? Eventually, he decided against that, mostly because he hated seeing doctors and did not want to miss the grand opening of The Royal Curd. So he got dressed, several times, trying to find something that didn’t clash with his new shading. It was a fruitless effort, no matter what he put on he was still ridiculously pink. Leo left his room in a gray linen suit and headed to church. Almost fitting to look this ridiculous while attending an event that he guessed would be equally ridiculous. 

Daily Misfortune: Leo's hair and skin are now hot pink. Seriously, what's in Sorian's water???
[hider=pink Leo][img]https://i.imgur.com/38LmrNQ.jpeg[/img][/hider]
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