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FELT MY DICK STAAANNDD LIKE A BULLET.





⠀ he hasn't taken anything. hands are still behind his back. "if you insist." ⠀

⠀ "I could trim it. the dead ends will only grow." stepping in front of her now. hands behind his back. ⠀

⠀ "your hair though. you cut it yourself .ᐣ" he steps behind her a little, an amused brow lifting. the back definitely shows evidence of it. ⠀

⠀ "good. I would quite hate to have to insist on that fact with you. you seem stubborn." ⠀

⠀ "you're talking to a tiefling of my upbringing. my standards are for the obscene." he straightens again, gesturing. "and you are a pretty thing." ⠀

⠀ "what .ᐣ brains are sexy." a wider smirk, he leans down a little. ⠀

⠀ "maybe. but... he's not been that way recently." slightly shrugging, he leans forward, lips curling upwards. "a scientist. sexy." ⠀

⠀ "he does. but I believe he'd be friends with a demon if it offered a hello." nodding some, he looks at her over again. "what do you do, doctor .ᐣ" ⠀

⠀ "guilty. as are you." his body language changes. more friendly again. "ha makes many of those." ⠀

⠀ nodding, he chuckled. hand shaking hers. "ah, yes you helped my friend with their ... appendage." letting go, he gestured to his own hand. ⠀

⠀ another pause, then a slight smile and an offered hand. "Lysander." ⠀

⠀ lips press into a line. and hands settle on hips. ⠀

⠀ brow whirling a little down towards her... now why does she look familiar .ᐣ ᅠ