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I've converted to red
Nicolai Rumancek
He was quite taken aback by how well this man had just read him after only knowing him for such a short time "I-" he cut himself off and shook his head while looking away, pretending to gaze out the window when in reality he was doing it to keep his blush down "I don't know what you're talking about" he said in a quieter tone as he took another sip of the whiskey, slowly getting used to it. He'd had this type of alcohol before however it was always cheap and pretty shitty, the kind you'd only drink if you wanted to get wasted.
// My poor little potato
"Attraction is a curious thing, is it not? It is motivated by so many factors - those evolutionary systems vying for the greatest social or reproductive possibilities, and then your supernatural form, bound by complex power narratives - forcing you to switch between assertiveness and meekness from moment to moment, depending on who you are interacting with - then finally there is you - the psychological you - experiencing these phenomena on some intellectual level... where you have been socially and environmentally informed as to how you 'should' feel, or 'should' want to feel - and how your past has facilitated these urges. It is nothing to be ashamed about. It is like shaming gravity. A pointless affair." He chuckled. "But I am sure, I am not sure what I am talking about as well... (there was a moment of silence, before he nodded to the drink in the wolf's hand) The trick is to not just drink it. Keep it on the back of the tongue - caress it. Care and money and history has gone into crafting something special. Like most precious things, if you treat it wrong it will burn you - if you love it as it is meant to be loved... then there is nothing else like it on earth." He took another sip, and groaned in appreciation - closing his eyes.
@Finnick
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