i know a bit. there was, [pause; what was darth maul, exactly,] a fellow on the boardwalk who spoke of blood and corruption. i confess i may have forgotten some of what he told me, we were both still frigid after coming out of the ocean again. ['we' he says, clearly referring to himself and nighteyes, who now sits on his haunches with his tail curled around his paws, still watching the pink creature with perked ears and very inquisitive eyes.]
that is to say, an explanation would be welcome. [even though that isn't the reason he'd come here, he won't turn away knowledge from someone who sounds like he won't hold fitz's blood type against him. speaking of that, though--] ah, should i--do anything, to help you with this?
[like should he move to a different chair, should he take his boot off, should he just continue to sit here looking manly and stoic until the procedure is over, etc.]
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that is to say, an explanation would be welcome. [even though that isn't the reason he'd come here, he won't turn away knowledge from someone who sounds like he won't hold fitz's blood type against him. speaking of that, though--] ah, should i--do anything, to help you with this?
[like should he move to a different chair, should he take his boot off, should he just continue to sit here looking manly and stoic until the procedure is over, etc.]