[ dextera likes talkative people. even if half their words are unkind toward him—which has not proven to be the case so far, thankfully—he simply enjoys hearing what others have to say when compared to the unrelenting lack of humanity in the tower. he would linger forever around people like this if only he were allowed. ]
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[ he seriously considers her question, silently tilting his head up toward the sky as the thoughts seem to visibly cross his field of vision. he doesn’t have a name, but he does have an appellation that he’s used as a stand in here.
then, he reaches for her hand—gently, not without some shyness. ]
no subject
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[ he seriously considers her question, silently tilting his head up toward the sky as the thoughts seem to visibly cross his field of vision. he doesn’t have a name, but he does have an appellation that he’s used as a stand in here.
then, he reaches for her hand—gently, not without some shyness. ]