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He simply stared, head cocked as he took in the other’s appearance. He didn’t know why he just cried out Mime’s name, but his appearance reminded him of a certain mute, peanut-loving purple deer. Was this a human version of that same deer, or did it just happen to be another mime. Such strange things. Handy hesitated before he waved a bandage-clad stump back. He didn’t exactly answer his question, not loud out anyways…
And... the little thing waved back. Wes’ eyes lit up in delight, a wide grin forming on his lips. Sure, he’d run into plenty oddities, but only so many of them were cute. It... oh goodness it was adorable.
The mime stared at it for a moment or two, nearly bouncing in place, his hands clasped tightly together. He’s pretty sure this isn’t some kind of trick or trap, but there was no telling for sure -- oh, what the hell? Wes took a step forward, dropping to his knees in front of the animal, ducking his head to get a better look at it. He held out one tentative hand, inviting it to come a little closer if it liked -- which he wanted.
