[Demeisen is no Iconoclast, but he doesn’t have to share an aspect with Howl to tell that Yima has caught his eye. Though Demeisen is by no means an expert on human expressions or desires, the man isn’t exactly hiding his interest.]
In the flesh, [he agrees easily.
Demsisen is dressed in dark clothes that hang a little oddly on his frame, though they’ve obviously been tailored to fit. It’s just that the curve of his back and shoulders is rather humped, and his legs go rather higher up than they should for one of his height.]
Unique woman, as far as locals go. [For one, he’s far from convinced Yima is actually human, or even human-adjacent—but that’s just speculation. He tilts his head, casting a sidelong look at the fair-haired man.] You like them older…?
[He’s heard, after all, that Yima predates just about everything on these islands.]
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In the flesh, [he agrees easily.
Demsisen is dressed in dark clothes that hang a little oddly on his frame, though they’ve obviously been tailored to fit. It’s just that the curve of his back and shoulders is rather humped, and his legs go rather higher up than they should for one of his height.]
Unique woman, as far as locals go. [For one, he’s far from convinced Yima is actually human, or even human-adjacent—but that’s just speculation. He tilts his head, casting a sidelong look at the fair-haired man.] You like them older…?
[He’s heard, after all, that Yima predates just about everything on these islands.]