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He turns his head before he turns his body, and you can’t help thinking that the head was quite enough. The stranger is...well, ugly, to put it nicely, with his milky eyes, horned face, and his drab pelt covered with grizzled gray hairs and littered with scars. You notice that he’s got some sort of pouch around his neck, and while you don’t know what’s in it, when he takes a few sloppy swigs from it as you walk up, he’s not helping detract from his image as a rather unsavory character. And the way he looks you up and down…well, you’re used to that, but he should know that he’s got no chance with someone like you. The thought of it! Still, it appeals to your vanity, and you are reminded of how heavenly you must look with your slim white body swaying towards him in this idyllic little field and the cherry blossoms blowing all over the place. It’s probably some sort of dream come true for him. Assuming that he can’t see you very well with those cave-creature eyes, you let your nose wrinkle with the slightest hint of disgust: really though, what is a thing like him doing in a place like this? Apparently, he has no idea either, as he so very politely informs you after a bit of deranged babbling (lovely, he’s quite the charmer too, isn’t he? you muse, ears flicking irritably at his easy profanity). “And it’s a pleasure to meet you too,” you reply sarcastically, not bothering to waste the pleasant tone of your greeting upon him again. “I have no idea what this place is. Why else would I be asking you?” Remind you why you walked up to this stranger again? @[Rostislav] I foresee some snippy banter Cx |
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