[alfeoux is a rather attractive man, yes, thank you for noticing — soft-featured and fair of face, with the cold, steely bedroom eyes of a much harder man. he smirks broadly when he notices master zhwan staring for just a little too long; as a reward, he pops the collar of his halonic exorcist's robe open, exposing the middle of his chest in a way that a real halonic exorcist would most definitely never.]
Oh, I'd rather earn the crown of a pariah any number of other ways...
[as if on cue, his carbuncle hops over and leaps into his lap, snuggling up to alfeoux's belly, just below where that cursed stretch of exposed skin ends.]
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Oh, I'd rather earn the crown of a pariah any number of other ways...
[as if on cue, his carbuncle hops over and leaps into his lap, snuggling up to alfeoux's belly, just below where that cursed stretch of exposed skin ends.]