May 9, 2019
@foxycal
Chou looked at the man, he had a vague recollection of seeing the man at the Blood Moon ball but supposed he may not want to talk about that, others he’d met hadn’t wanted to. “You’re the peacock man.” he said by a way of introduction, “My name is Chou,” if not his voice the butterfly resting on his shoulder likely gave him away, “I’m here to check on the health of your grape vines, you were in contact with the university about it?” he asked, staring at the man without blinking.
