Not my cup of tea

[Husk Erumm]

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Husk stood still for a while, not moving to awknowlege the female's words for he couldn't understand them. She spoke, but she spoke so fast that he could not comprehend her sentences and her lips were not exaggerated enough. Husk tilted his head, mask flashing from the light. The worn belt that held it to his face ruffled his fur a little, and his bandanna with the matching shorts were worn over his thick, colorless fur.

Husk shook his head side to side, signifying that he did not understand her words. He dare did not speak, for she would probably not understand his words either. He remained still, the pot gripped in his hand.

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