~slurred words~
Fah’kiri giggles. It’s usually after a few drinks that everything starts seeming funny. After her laughter trails off a bit, she takes a deep breath and wipes at her eyes. “Oh. Oooooh. Oh Rahkir, yeah?” She grins, sitting back further. “Big man. Biiiig man. Big man that does such tiny stitching. How’s he do it anyway?” Her Zandali is a little slurred but still intelligible. “Sweet man, very sweet. Got th’ bluest hair. Really pretty.” There comes another string of giggles. “Reeeeally pretty. You seen his face? Mmm, I like his nose. And he gets this... this smile that’s all shy and it’s just so cute!”She all but purrs, her eye hooding. “Man like that makes my toes curl.”













