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ᴄᴏɴᴀɴ ❚ THE BIG BAD WOLF ([personal profile] exululo) wrote in [community profile] folkooc 2022-07-28 10:42 pm (UTC)

:c okay

( The cup touches the top of the table with a soft clink, and Conan abandons it in favor of resting his hand on the table. This man offers such a simple solution to a more complex problem for Conan, and his initial answer is only a shake of the head.

It's unclear if he's going to say anything further, attention drawn to that flamingo. He watches it before he grabs another cup to set it on the table in front of him. And only as the flamingo starts to walk away does his gaze return to Stephen.
)

Later.

( Is all he says as one of those large hands curve around the cup, enjoying the warmth it gives off. Much more comfortable than the heat outside. He draws the cup closer, though he doesn't lift it to drink (or sniff) it just yet. )

It's quiet here. ( Much quieter than the chaos outside with that annoying monster by the lake, the buzzing humanoid creatures, the general bustle of energy outside. It's a lot. Bordering on too much for his keen senses. It's a sentiment he doesn't expect a human to understand. But, he muses, there's something else about this man. )

What are you?

( He smells human enough, but there's something else there. Something mystical. )

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