baubles and bones

Razekiel Lykoi · 08-25-2011, 05:07 PM

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Big Grin !

She ducked in and set herself right now, sunshine and stars alike within her eyes, twinkling with an excitement he had yet to quite identify the reasoning for. She gaped and awed at every little thing hanging from the sticks and twigs lining the hut, in a fashion much like the prince when under certain influences of a smoking kind; he wondered momentarily if someone like she would have similar tendencies in that general field, and for a few brief seconds he cross-eyed and stared at the joint in his teeth, contemplating if he should offer it.

She dumped her belongings on the floor and chimed a little about them, clapping and grinning and wiggling and whatnot. Razekiel was fully aware how much it resembled himself on certain days, and the coyote could only smirk in acknowledgement. Despite this, though, her manner of speech resembled that of a child, and he wondered briefly if she might be a little... "unhitched in the noggin," as he liked to put it, but all the while he remained quiet, analyzing her every word and movement through puffs of smoke that browsed between them.

When had she befriended him like so? The last time they had met, the girl only cowered away and became distracted with someone else. He'd always assumed she was simply afraid of him. Oh well.

She set to separating oodles of trinkets and multicolored goodies, not to mention a selection of bones. Presented with so much that glittered and glowed color and light, the hippie unsurprisingly brightened and grinned over it all, as awed with her trinkets as she had been with the decorations of his hut. "A hoarder of so much treasure!" he exclaimed, then accepted the offered rib. For one who whittled weapons from bones, the sight of bleached and pearly skeletons hardly fazed the man, and after a second's hesitance he smeared color at the bone's tip just as she had, blowing on it moments later to reveal the fast-applying dye beneath.

"Ahahaha, woooaaah, man, righteous," he gurgled, turning the bone every which way in his fingers in inspecting the paint. "I've never seen it done that way! Out of sight, man! Come on, little Tawny, show old man Raz some of your brainchildren, yeah? This guy needs some inspiration before he works, man — and I don't mean thaaat kind of inspiration, flower!" He winked, wiggling the joint in his teeth. That inspiration was already at full strength, naturally.

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