[ she's (un)fortunately got his attention now, which is honestly so novel, given that he normally doesn't care. but take away his weapons and his equipment and you get whatever this is — all his focus directed to delicate strings of pearl and gold, gauzy iridescent lace snagging his gaze whenever he thinks of looking away. the pink hair's a nice touch, cascading in rippling waves to complete a tempting picture. a siren, indeed. ]
I got here first. [ and, if this place is to be believed, it's not like he can go very far. he leans forward to brace his elbows against his knees, reaching out to reclaim his canteen. ] You're intruding.
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I got here first. [ and, if this place is to be believed, it's not like he can go very far. he leans forward to brace his elbows against his knees, reaching out to reclaim his canteen. ] You're intruding.
[ not that he seems to mind at all, really. ]