Ulaam being a real friend by making sure that Hoid‘s inspirational bouts of poetry don’t get lost for future generation.
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image description:
a digital illustrationdepicting Hoid and Ulaam seated next to each other.
Hoid sits on the floor, the soles of his feet placed against each other. He is in the process of putting an old shoe on top of his mulleted head. His legs, arms and tummy are bare, but he wears his glittering, red, short, short pants and a light blue, semi transparent crop top, with a lacy border and small polka dots. A brown shoelace is tied around his right biceps and a green gift ribbon with golden stripes hangs loosely tied into a bow from his neck. His eyes are closed and his demeanor is relaxed as he seems to talk or recite something.
Ulaam sits to his right on a chair. He wears a sharp black suit with a tailed coat. Its collar and the ascot Ulaam is wearing around his neck are made from a shiny black material. One of his legs is crossing the other and on his knee he balances a notepad into which he currently writes down the poetic waxing of his cursed friend. Ulaam's hair is slicked back into a small ponytail and his features are unnaturally sharp-edged – especially his cheekbones and nose. Red irises look down at what he is writing, the tiniest of smirks formed by his mouth.
