[a wild Zel appears, more or less following the flow of traffic while making periodic stops to just...look lost. and vexed. and tug at his hood a little more because the staring is getting on his nerves, as harmless as it all is.
he's not sure if he likes the compliments any more than the looks of revulsion he's used to.
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he's not sure if he likes the compliments any more than the looks of revulsion he's used to.
but that's not the problem here.]