[There are very many interesting people at the market, including a six-foot tall baby faced beautiful horror.
The long lashes lower over the rusty eyes as they drop to the offered carton.] No thank you. [The courtesy and the soft voice truly do not fit his aesthetic or his look.]
I would like to get--
[From behind, a tinny and young voice says, Hey! and he turns slightly back. A young boy with burgundy skin, twisting horns, and a thin tail scampers up shyly. He looks between D and Gen, and then attempts a bold offer to D: a small, thread-woven flower, the petals black as fireplace smut.
For a moment, D just stands there. But the manners and soft voice belie the result. Slowly, pushing open the long cape, he squats down and reaches out to take the crafted flower.] Thank you. [The boy laughs and flees, and D stands up once more with this gift of a thing.]
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The long lashes lower over the rusty eyes as they drop to the offered carton.] No thank you. [The courtesy and the soft voice truly do not fit his aesthetic or his look.]
I would like to get--
[From behind, a tinny and young voice says, Hey! and he turns slightly back. A young boy with burgundy skin, twisting horns, and a thin tail scampers up shyly. He looks between D and Gen, and then attempts a bold offer to D: a small, thread-woven flower, the petals black as fireplace smut.
For a moment, D just stands there. But the manners and soft voice belie the result. Slowly, pushing open the long cape, he squats down and reaches out to take the crafted flower.] Thank you. [The boy laughs and flees, and D stands up once more with this gift of a thing.]