[M] [DND] I am capable of really anything
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The stranger had a nice laugh, too. He looked right at the sprawled artisan as he spoke, something that Sebastian appreciated. He had a cute wink too, and a charming grin. His words were puzzling, though; what precisely did he mean? In what other ways could someone be a vision of duality? Perhaps he was moody or indecisive. Sebastian chose not to let it bother him as his vibrant orange eyes stayed fixed on the monochromatic male's bright blue ones.

The stranger left his backpack on the ground and took a seat, not waiting for an answer before he sat on the other bean bag. Sebastian dipped his head in acquiescence of his wishes, allowing him the seat next to the Italian. Sebastian shifted his own bean bag closer to him, sprawling out so that his muzzle nearly touched the tall stranger's knee.

Bartholomew Cubbins... it was a mouthful, but Sebastian didn't mind. The slender artisan planted his elbows on the bean bag and lifted his head, resting his head in his hands. He licked his chops deliberately as he gazed up at Bartholomew.

"Sebastian Auditore," he introduced himself with a smirk. "Vertia, artist, unofficial entertainer and sodomite of Casa di Cavalieri. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Bartholomew. Wine?" he offered breezily, reaching over to pour a glass for the intriguing newcomer if he wanted it. If not, oh well. More for Sebastian.


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