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so
HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKIN

what would a weird alien full-moon-magicky space-fuckin-odyssey STI look like






& check the username before u go to reply, NO STUPID ANSWERS !!

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[ oh. a... girl? just a very effeminate guy? the androgyny throws him for a second, the chipper greeting another, his outfit a third. sure, the natives dress like garish 80s rejects, but why the fuck would anyone not from this planet ever bother? ]

[ it takes him another beat and then he sighs out, sounding more aggravated than he really is. he's getting free food and a glowing dick out of this, what in the whole wide universe could he really have to complain about. (don't worry, he'll find something.) ]

Yeah, mm'tall. And yer a midget. [ what is this, a good 25 cm between them? ] Food.

[ he pushes right past, basically shouldering Titus out of the way, and following his nose to the ambrosial smell of lamb and tzatziki, rudely digging his way into the bags. ]

[wearingguess]

[ it's honestly so sad that some people are ignorant of the fact that acid-wash denim and white lace are timeless and universal. ]

Well, there was never any chance of my becoming tall, but I believe my stature is well within the normal range. Or do you come from a world where everyone is as enormous as you?

[ he shuts the door and gets comfy on the couch, reasoning that the polite thing to do when someone is rifling rudely through all the food is probably to wait patiently for them to finish. ]

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Relevance to others don't matter. Yer a midget to me.

[ and that's that on that. will Guanshan ever call him anything else? probably not. ]

[ several bags are torn open, two gyros meticulously inspected for spinach. disgusting green leafy devils. once he's satisfied, he spreads them open and dumps a healthy dose of sauce on them before closing them back up and stuffing one into his gullet. there's definitely a smear of sauce on his cheek as he plops his ass on the closest piece of furniture he can. ]

I don't gotta, like, pay some big magical price fer this do I? Lose a arm or some shit.

i live

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[[ for real tho feel free to drop this, i just felt like, since the stated endpoint is a glowing dick spell, it would be kind of weird to just move on to new things with no attempt to address how that turned out ]]

[ fortunately titus ordered three gyros so there's still one left for him!! ...but actually he's starting with some of the baklava. ]

What? No, nothing like that.
Why, are you trying to get rid of an arm?