( After handing off the apple, Licyn, standing at a very respectable 170cm, clambers up on the nearest counter, sniffing at the air, brow furrowed. He opens one of the hanging cupboards, swaying on the chains that attached it to the ceiling, finding more dust than anything else inside. More plentiful are the hanging shelves, and he carefully slides his feet across the counter, ignoring the gasping outrage of one particular ghost, holding hands to their still breast, claiming, sanitation! sanitation!
He has shelves to explore, tracking after a fresher scent than the one that'd led him to the apples. The question tossed his way, the one that was no question at all, earns a glance back over his shoulder and a wide, insincere smile. )
What, with you and your hair down to your hips? No fancy styling, is it for the sake of good holds in other situations?
( There's a consistency in certain features and the length of hair they wear, female and male, that he's seen in their party, but a number that counts less than two handfuls is one that's never had an explanation he's heard. )
My admiration to your dedication if so, love, but if you're looking for bits of bodies to toss into that brew, check the floors. People always shed.
( He examines the jars on the next shelf over, one filled with what might have been vinegar, another two with older, not newer, herbs. Still, the scent is stronger in this direction. He's getting closer to the source of it. )
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He has shelves to explore, tracking after a fresher scent than the one that'd led him to the apples. The question tossed his way, the one that was no question at all, earns a glance back over his shoulder and a wide, insincere smile. )
What, with you and your hair down to your hips? No fancy styling, is it for the sake of good holds in other situations?
( There's a consistency in certain features and the length of hair they wear, female and male, that he's seen in their party, but a number that counts less than two handfuls is one that's never had an explanation he's heard. )
My admiration to your dedication if so, love, but if you're looking for bits of bodies to toss into that brew, check the floors. People always shed.
( He examines the jars on the next shelf over, one filled with what might have been vinegar, another two with older, not newer, herbs. Still, the scent is stronger in this direction. He's getting closer to the source of it. )