Sure, he's got a few lumps and bumps, but that's life, isn't it? He's cheerful as can be as he rounds the corner into the stairwell, humming a chipper little tune to himself and swinging his katar merrily back and forth -
And then he stops, spotting someone crouched nearby.
He blinks, familiarity registering at the sight of the horns, the gray skin.
Honey and butterflies lilt on his tone when he calls out. "Hello! I think I've seen you, right? I didn't get to say hello last time!"
Without hesitation, he's approaching, ambling at a slow, easy pace.
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Sure, he's got a few lumps and bumps, but that's life, isn't it? He's cheerful as can be as he rounds the corner into the stairwell, humming a chipper little tune to himself and swinging his katar merrily back and forth -
And then he stops, spotting someone crouched nearby.
He blinks, familiarity registering at the sight of the horns, the gray skin.
Honey and butterflies lilt on his tone when he calls out. "Hello! I think I've seen you, right? I didn't get to say hello last time!"
Without hesitation, he's approaching, ambling at a slow, easy pace.