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*wanders in, not quite aimlessly, but with a vague lack of purpose in his entire bearing; he's fairly tall and it's clear he was once quite attractive (not too long ago, even), but now he just looks unwell -- far too thin, wasted, skin almost grey, and vaguely haunted or hunted, the difference is unclear*
*but for all that he's perfectly normal (by DF standards, if nothing else), in his early thirties, dressed in what passes as average modern-day clothing, entirely human, the works -- his voice is slightly raspy as he glances up briefly, seeming not to much care where he is or who he might meet* 'm Luke Ransom. *and that's as friendly as he's going to get*
Typist: Ridiculously bitter snarky authorthing from Poppy Z. Brite's Exquisite Corpse. Um. Enjoy?
*but for all that he's perfectly normal (by DF standards, if nothing else), in his early thirties, dressed in what passes as average modern-day clothing, entirely human, the works -- his voice is slightly raspy as he glances up briefly, seeming not to much care where he is or who he might meet* 'm Luke Ransom. *and that's as friendly as he's going to get*
Typist: Ridiculously bitter snarky authorthing from Poppy Z. Brite's Exquisite Corpse. Um. Enjoy?