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[on_this_stage]

It's a man. On a couch. And over there, another man, on a couch. They could almost be related, though the golden haired one looks human at least. The other one has a few feathers and a long, furry tail, and he's the only one who bothers with a question

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[damnedstray]

"Yes. All of the time, actually." Haine's voice is quite dry.

[damnedstray]

"Oh. Must be good with kids then." It's an assumption, but hey.

[on_this_stage]

"Not at all. Like I said earlier, I've been forced into it." Not that he said that!

[damnedstray]

"Right." Haine arches a brow and clears his throat. "How did they force you into it?"

[on_this_stage]

"That's none of your business."

[damnedstray]

Haine nods and shrugs. "True. You have fun with that then."

[on_this_stage]

"I'm doing the best I can." Ugh.

"My name is Kuja, by the way."

[damnedstray]

Haine holds back a snicker.

"Haine Rammsteiner." He's never really had proper social skills.

[on_this_stage]

Luckily for both of them, that almost-snicker is ignored!

"Pleasure to meet you."

[damnedstray]

Haine makes a low noise, shrugging. "You got plans for the rugrats or something to keep them entertained?" And not annoying, is what he doesn't add.

[on_this_stage]

"We have a few ideas." He doesn't explain! Yet.

[damnedstray]

This earns a quirked brow. He's not going to say anything, but he's vaguely curious.