[ That was probably the wrong thing to do for someone who was so adeptly touch-starved as Quentin Coldwater; the way that the fingers felt in his hair had him subtly purring and leaning into it like he was some sort of wild skittery stray animal. Yes, this was exactly the sort of touch that he probably needed, just a little bit of care ]
Ah, yeah-- I see your point; say like if you tug anything-- there is a 50 to 50 ratio that they'll either love or hate it.
[ Gods, Quentin knew what type he was--did not take a bone scientist to understand that one for him. ]
If you came to my world, people would likely mistake you for a demon; do you have any like people who are unsettled by your looks or is it for the most part normal, oh gods forgive me if that was rude. [ The disaster beep pinged again ]
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Ah, yeah-- I see your point; say like if you tug anything-- there is a 50 to 50 ratio that they'll either love or hate it.
[ Gods, Quentin knew what type he was--did not take a bone scientist to understand that one for him. ]
If you came to my world, people would likely mistake you for a demon; do you have any like people who are unsettled by your looks or is it for the most part normal, oh gods forgive me if that was rude. [ The disaster beep pinged again ]