[Młynar is taken aback at Rinoa’s wink once again. Serious types like him aren’t equipped to deal with such playful friendliness. The Kuranta man’s tail swishes across the ground as he tries to formulate a response.]
Rinoa. A fine name. I would hand you my business card, though I believe my captor took those away from me.
[That may have possibly been the most boring thing he could have managed. Why would a business card even matter here? What would she even do with it- call its contact information on an interdimensional phone?]
Still, I appreciate the help on this collaborative matter and in understanding this strange world. Hopefully this will help the locals realize that I’m not some monster about to eat them. I mean, I’m a blasted Kuranta- horses don’t even eat meat!
[Młynar’s shield of formality drops at the absurdity of the situation that had brought them together. He’d usually try to use excessive stuffiness to keep people at a safe distance, but for some reason, the infectious smile pierces straight through his guard.]
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Rinoa. A fine name. I would hand you my business card, though I believe my captor took those away from me.
[That may have possibly been the most boring thing he could have managed. Why would a business card even matter here? What would she even do with it- call its contact information on an interdimensional phone?]
Still, I appreciate the help on this collaborative matter and in understanding this strange world. Hopefully this will help the locals realize that I’m not some monster about to eat them. I mean, I’m a blasted Kuranta- horses don’t even eat meat!
[Młynar’s shield of formality drops at the absurdity of the situation that had brought them together. He’d usually try to use excessive stuffiness to keep people at a safe distance, but for some reason, the infectious smile pierces straight through his guard.]