[Orange eyes stare into gold ones, and Dito feels something in his chest give a strange little jolt. The way this guy looks at him-- there's something cunning and altogether shrewd in those eyes. A trace of something else, too, something Dito can't exactly place. It makes him feel... odd. Not exactly nauseated, but definitely odd. He's secretly relieved when the other man slides his strange tinted spectacles back over his eyes.
The conversation shifts, and the mention of plumage causes Dito to realize he's scratching at his chest again. Glancing down, he unfastens a few of the buttons on his shirt, looking with dismay at the thin fuzz of feathers underneath.]
Are you shittin' me-- AGAIN?! I thought I got rid of these fucking things!
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The conversation shifts, and the mention of plumage causes Dito to realize he's scratching at his chest again. Glancing down, he unfastens a few of the buttons on his shirt, looking with dismay at the thin fuzz of feathers underneath.]
Are you shittin' me-- AGAIN?! I thought I got rid of these fucking things!