[ this man is again familiar in the oddest of ways. the lilting, playful-but-deadly manner he introduces himself with resembles someone possessed by a baroque, and dextera misses the demonstration of his name as he attempts to puzzle out what it all means. ]
—…
[ there’s a hand. dextera does at least instinctively understand what he’s expected to do, even if he missed flamebringer writing his name entirely.
as if afraid to touch, dextera’s fingers brush his palm, and he then experimentally writes… just a single line. ]
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—…
[ there’s a hand. dextera does at least instinctively understand what he’s expected to do, even if he missed flamebringer writing his name entirely.
as if afraid to touch, dextera’s fingers brush his palm, and he then experimentally writes… just a single line. ]