[It's night time. Very much past many of Splendor's resident's sleeping hours, in fact. One man has been wandering the less crowded streets with sweat on his forehead and under his eyes. His hair is dirty, his clothes are disarranged, old, ripped in places. He looks like he's been walking for hours, either trying to go somewhere to get away from
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When he sees the guy wandering, though, he pauses, not quite sure what to make of him. ]
--Hey, you okay?
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That isn't any of your business, is it.
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Just a concerned question, didn't mean anything by it.
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Right, because you seem entirely okay.
[ still, he's turning, willing to leave you alone, herp. ]
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Sorry. That was terribly rude of me.
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No problem. You uh. Seemed awfully distracted, so.
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Got a name?
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[ he slips his hands into his pockets, giving him a little nod. ]
What about you?
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Boredom? Not a whole hell of a lot to do, here, sometimes, it seems.
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Suppose that's what the wishes are for, huh? What's more entertaining than gummi bears whenever you want 'em?
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[Cerbos quirks an eyebrow at that, quickly dismissing it with a shrug, pursing his lips with a glance to the side.]
I could think of other things.
[like sinking my teeth into people's skin whenever I want it
I mean]
'You usually walk around by yourself?
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[ wry, tone understanding. ]
--well, not like I need an escort. [ he grins. ] Could be a hell of a lot worse.
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