[ Well. Exasperation is one thing. It's not fear, it's not something he can draw upon and delight in, but. Pitch supposes it's simply more of the usual, more people who can't stand him based on first impression alone. What he obviously must be. Ah, woe indeed. ]
Minding my own business, if you must know. [ hands fold behind his back as he looks the stranger over. He eyes him over - young, but certainly not the type to heed warnings of monsters under the bed. ] The art of people watching is a revered sport.
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Minding my own business, if you must know. [ hands fold behind his back as he looks the stranger over. He eyes him over - young, but certainly not the type to heed warnings of monsters under the bed. ] The art of people watching is a revered sport.