hands lift apologetically, a smile of innocence gracing the foxian’s features.
“ah — pardon me, miss. it seems my curiosity got the best of me. your hair just looks very … how do i put it … tasty?”
he laughs, hoping his joke wouldn’t weird the poor girl further, but —
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delighted that the man seemed willing and eager, jiaoqiu offered an apologetic smile. “i’m afraid it doesn’t quite have a name yet. it is relatively new and i traveled to quite a frigid planet for its ingredients.”
the foxian taps his chin thoughtfully.
“perhaps with your —
[ content to have finally located the source of the alluring scent, steps trail toward the table—figure briefly studied as luocha settles at a chair. ]
ah, it would be my pleasure. i was just starting to ponder upon dinner arrangements. what are we having?
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