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"not--...!" pause. deep breaths, now. "...cute as i am, i'm no cat. it's miqo'te back where i'm from -- quite different!"

"Oh, my bad, sorry. Was too distracted by those super fluffy ears and tail. You got a name?"

"lot o' gorgeous and dapper people, too, if ya know where to look, doll."

"Wow, a real-life catman. Cuter than I ever imagined. Way less cat, though."

"No. I think it's an absurd way to describe a person. Utterly nonsensical. The ramblings of a madman."

"Guess you'll be bald and ugly forever then. With weird vibes."

"Oh? Is baldness more of a spiritual state in your eyes?"

"Well, yeah, wouldn't you agree it's objectively correct? Kinda the same thing to clock someone's vibes as rancid."

"And it's often the ugliest who are beautiful on the outside... Baldness, I cannot speak for. I can't actually say I've noticed many bald people."

"Wow, what a very poetic thing of you to say, ugly and bald guy."

"Stores! Or, uh, alternatives! It's so fine!" Time to negotiate, and fast!

"Stores mean money, which I have zip! So get outta my way, I'm jumping in that hole. Can't lead to anywhere worse than here."

"Oh hello miss, you're a few houses down, correct? To what do I owe the grace of your presence this evening?"

He was pretty, almost a little too pretty. Pretty enough that it'd put someone on alert. "Anyone ever tell you that you put them on edge? That smile's not really reassuring."

"Is there some reason you're poking at me? Am I about to be on some sort of prank channel or something? I don't consent to being filmed."

"No offense, you just seem like the type of guy who goes along with the bit no matter what. Case in point, you've let me talk to you for this long." And he had actually been listening! "But anyway, Bobert," Not his name! "You got any dust I can borrow? I'm kinda short on change."

"What? Are you sure? Maybe I should look into this, because you were totally good this year, right?"

"Look at me, do I look like I've been anything but good? If Santa's not gonna make it, maybe you should consider compensating me."

"U... Um... I'm sorry! I don't know who this "Kumugi" is! My name is Coco, I'm a witch-in-training, and..."

Desscaras stops mid-crawl and stares up at the young witch instead. "Who's your master? You should know who I am, too, in that case." Every witch did! Or at least, they were supposed to.

"More "epic-er" stories? In what way? I'll admit it does have me somewhat intrigued..."

"I've slain plenty of monsters. Gotten even more majiks--those are what give me my abilities back home, by the way. Think, like, living forces of magic that can talk. They're kind of sassy and a pain in the ass to capture. Lots and lots of good stories though."

desscaras doodles. can't get enough of her