Ah, makes sense. [ He muses lightly, lips curled into a small grin even as he goes through the grotesque task of gutting the first rabbit. Personally he hates having to do it but he offered, so he swallows down any complaints. ]
So you think I'm pretty? [ He doesn't looks up, there's hardly any humor in his voice when he asks. ] I wonder how many times I've heard that before, hm... [ Of course it's not honest, he's teasing if anything because he'snot searching his memory to pick out all the times someone called him a pretty boy. ]
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So you think I'm pretty? [ He doesn't looks up, there's hardly any humor in his voice when he asks. ] I wonder how many times I've heard that before, hm... [ Of course it's not honest, he's teasing if anything because he'snot searching his memory to pick out all the times someone called him a pretty boy. ]
How do you like your meat cooked?