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BARTHOLOMEO
The first thing he notices about her is that she smells divine. The pirate likes to think that he has an iron control over his more basic urges - he might enjoy indulging in them but he doesn't allow them to control his life - yet he can't help the feral widening of his nostrils and upwards flick of his top lip as she swings her tail to disperse her scent. He gives a small, self-conscious cough to hopefully hide the sudden darkening of lust in his face, sheepish embarrassment swiftly cloaking anything beneath. The second thing he notices is that she refers to herself in the third person, and that's always a worry. It is a sure sign of somebody being a few cakes short of a picnic, but Bartholomeo is not the sort to judge. He quirks a brow, amused and confused in equal measure, but fights to prevent any inner thoughts from stealing across his face as he replies in his usual hearty, accented voice. "What a silly man, leaving you hanging," he says with sympathy edged in his tones and a comforting smile on his lips. "Luckily your second date was far more reliable!" Another suave wink from the chimeric stallion, still trying desperately not to breathe in too hard else he lose himself to the perfume. "So, tell me about yourself?" He cocks his handsome head, ears pricked forwards in search of a reply. heroes always get remembered, but you know legends never die. |
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