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[notahero]

[On this chilly, clear night, the steam from the onsen can be seen wafting slowly up into the air. And in the water, there is an Exorcist trying to relax, a towel wrapped tight around her body, covering her chest.]

I hate this place so much.

[OOC: Slowing down and dropping threads. I'll pick back up again in a while.]

Comments

[skinofalizard]

[lounging on a rock, as lizards do]

What did it do this time?

[notahero]

[the hell]

. . . It's being irritating.

[skinofalizard]

Just a general kind of hatred, then? It's understandable.

[notahero]

. . .

[skinofalizard]

...what? Do I have something on my face?

[notahero]

No?

[skinofalizard]

You were staring.

[notahero]

You're kind of green.

[skinofalizard]

I haven't been feeling well.

[notahero]

That's too bad.

[skinofalizard]

I'm a mutant. This is what I always look like.

[notahero]

A mutant?

[skinofalizard]

There's something in the universe I come from called an X-gene. People born with it are called mutants.

[notahero]

Does they all look like you?

[skinofalizard]

No. It manifests itself in different ways.

[notahero]

[nods]