[ they are dessert crepes, you see. beautiful banana, honey almond and chocolate, from the looks of it. and from the looks of the dragon man, he doesn’t seem to budge, not even casting his slit pupil eyes away to attend to the vendor still holding out their food. after a moment, and another tongue flick: ]
. . . It’s for you. [ he lifts his hand and gestures with the smallest point of a long, crystal-blue talon from the outer folds of his poncho, and. hmm. just kind of stands there and stares and realizes only after a handful of moments more that she smells of fear and anxiety. ] —I don’t want it.
[ she could have both how friendly was that!!!!!! unless she thought he was going to eat her then it was a wrong choice of words. ]
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. . . It’s for you. [ he lifts his hand and gestures with the smallest point of a long, crystal-blue talon from the outer folds of his poncho, and. hmm. just kind of stands there and stares and realizes only after a handful of moments more that she smells of fear and anxiety. ] —I don’t want it.
[ she could have both how friendly was that!!!!!! unless she thought he was going to eat her then it was a wrong choice of words. ]