[ Midnight nods slowly, as though he's sleepwalking, grips onto the man's wrist for support and simply sits in place, making himself comfortable at the stranger's feet. Perhaps being in some sort of film is more apt, one of the older ones from Victoria or Siracusa. It's the feeling of everything being too beautiful and slow paced to be real.
He reaches down, begins petting the man's tail, right where it curves around his leg. There's no fear. The scales are smooth and warm to the touch. ]
I think I know your face. Have we met before? Not here... Somewhere else.
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He reaches down, begins petting the man's tail, right where it curves around his leg. There's no fear. The scales are smooth and warm to the touch. ]
I think I know your face. Have we met before? Not here... Somewhere else.