It rolls off of his tongue strangely, but it's not the strangest name he's heard. Still. Does this mean he has to give his in turn? Tch...he doesn't really want to, and so...he avoids it.
"You are a strange one," he mutters, before burying his face into the couch cushions and snuffing out a breath. "But I'm glad you did not turn me over to a butcher that would just as soon peel the scales off my flesh than tend such meager wounds."
Meager wounds that had, despite everything, laid him this low.
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It rolls off of his tongue strangely, but it's not the strangest name he's heard. Still. Does this mean he has to give his in turn? Tch...he doesn't really want to, and so...he avoids it.
"You are a strange one," he mutters, before burying his face into the couch cushions and snuffing out a breath. "But I'm glad you did not turn me over to a butcher that would just as soon peel the scales off my flesh than tend such meager wounds."
Meager wounds that had, despite everything, laid him this low.