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Kharon tilts his head at the other, auburn hues sweeping over the others from as he takes in the others soul. It was stuffed full of guilt and sadness, which was held together by deep scars. It was actually quite bad, to a point where it was all he could focus on.
“I think I need a drink… or some ice cream. Do you know where I can find some?”
Hues, black as night and twice as heavy, glance up at the stranger. He will examine him for a moment, a vague kind of curiosity that he only slightly tries to suppress.
“I don’t know about ice cream but drinks are my forte.”
Ah, here we go. A smile, white toothed and wolfish, charming to its core. (a mask perhaps but one he looks most handsome in.) Gaze flickers down for a moment, considering options before he looks back up,
“There’s a bar around the corner from here. I’ll accompany you if you’d like.”
Lonely, lonely, lonely. Don’t leave him with his own thoughts one more. He’s a man who would rather share drinks with a stranger than mind his own company for over an hour.















