[Some distance part of him knows he should shift into a more human form while around someone who at least appears human. But he doesn't. Something about the dream softens his social proclivities.]
That's it, though. It's too perfect.
[He's been drenched in the underbelly of the city so long that he cannot trust when things go well. Yet he doesn't quite look at her, and just looks at the far-to-colorful sky.]
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That's it, though. It's too perfect.
[He's been drenched in the underbelly of the city so long that he cannot trust when things go well. Yet he doesn't quite look at her, and just looks at the far-to-colorful sky.]