What's that have to do with it? [ Gussying up. ] It's your smile that I always see first.
[ She's talking to a guy who lived as a child among two other stinky, feral children in the woods / a Literal Garbage Heap, there is absolutely NO bias he has regarding what makes someone cute. It's just about who they are, as a living person. As she draws closer, his eyes do wander down her body — in a very curious way, looking for signs of her own Corruption. And maybe, because her own changes are so subtle to look upon, the brief expression of anguish that flickers across his face is understandable. He knows how he looks.
Keeping his hands in his pockets because his fingertips have gone grey and keep getting darker, like black poison is spreading down into his veins from that origin. He looks sick, like he's being stretched thinner and thinner as the days pass, but his strength remains and his power hasn't really waned. A few strands of stark white flow throughout the curls and waves of his dark hair, easily hidden for now. And the worst of it ( the scar, on his torso and what's happening to it ), he keeps hidden. Definitely hidden. ]
I've been trying to, honest. I usually eat enough for four guys, but lately it's been a struggle getting a meal for two down. I can't tell if I'm getting full faster, or just not thrilled by what's on offer. What about you? You find anything that reminds you of home?
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[ She's talking to a guy who lived as a child among two other stinky, feral children in the woods / a Literal Garbage Heap, there is absolutely NO bias he has regarding what makes someone cute. It's just about who they are, as a living person. As she draws closer, his eyes do wander down her body — in a very curious way, looking for signs of her own Corruption. And maybe, because her own changes are so subtle to look upon, the brief expression of anguish that flickers across his face is understandable. He knows how he looks.
Keeping his hands in his pockets because his fingertips have gone grey and keep getting darker, like black poison is spreading down into his veins from that origin. He looks sick, like he's being stretched thinner and thinner as the days pass, but his strength remains and his power hasn't really waned. A few strands of stark white flow throughout the curls and waves of his dark hair, easily hidden for now. And the worst of it ( the scar, on his torso and what's happening to it ), he keeps hidden. Definitely hidden. ]
I've been trying to, honest. I usually eat enough for four guys, but lately it's been a struggle getting a meal for two down. I can't tell if I'm getting full faster, or just not thrilled by what's on offer. What about you? You find anything that reminds you of home?