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Hemlock couldn't fight the grin that pulled back obsidian lips from pearly white teeth. The woman shifted and began to give him a bit of banter which he thoroughly appreciated. He'd always enjoyed a bit of back and forth. The brute's pumpkin flame eyes widened in mock horror. "A bear, lady? Oh, well we'd best be quiet then, eh?" A soft chuckle left him as his haunches folded. She seemed pleasant company and didn't look uncomfortable with his presence, so he sat to converse.

"Hemlock Foxglove," the striped beast introduced himself with a bow of his head. "Do you live in this place?" His blocky skull gave a little tilt as he questioned the monochromatic woman. While he waited he really drank in the sight of her. She was quite stunning and he found it more than a little humorous that they both had asymmetrical markings on their faces. Funny how the world worked.


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