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âAh, not particularly, iâm afraid itâs not my place when i believe thereâs already someone here.â He seems a little sheepish at that, fidgeting with the straps of his bag in an idle manner.
âTo be quite fair with you, i havenât a clue as to what you may be. The closest i can even think of is someone else made to be a friend of Hugoâs as well, Though it seems ah⌠unlikely.â He makes a show of studying the other, looking like an actor on a childrenâs program with his playful, wide gestures.
Was he.. serious? Sheâs met a lot of beings who could easily identify her as a puppeteer, majority of which were either Batters or Zacharies. It became more irksome to her when he started doing silly gestures to make himself look friendlier.Â
âI may look like a child, but donât make me feel like one. Iâm not in the mood to act like one.â Stally huffs out while crossing her arms. âIâm a puppeteer, and my name is Stally. Iâm not a âfriendâ of Hugo or whatnot, heâs dead anyways.â
"Ah, sorry for patronizing you. Most folks i run into are more comforted rather than offput by it." He has the decency to appear embarrassed by it, but doesn't stop the excessive gestures. He seems to be trying to make up for the total lack of facial expressions, honestly.
"A puppeteer? I don't believe ive seen one in... ah, well, quite some time. I do believe the commanding presence in the game tired of play for me." He sounds almost regretful at that, raking a hand through his hair. "...Dead? is there another sovereign to the lands? they seem to be rather alive to be missing a god." Zacharie seems puzzled at this, casting his attention to the sky.
"Nevertheless, it's a pleasure to meet you, Stally."
