Aaren's grin became even wider. "Wouldn't be a fanatic without it." He said, his obsidian ear piercing glinting in the sun. His red hair was cropped short everywhere but the bangs. His canines were practically filed to a point. "So, Evelyn, shall we go in?" He said, his eyes hovering over her, then almost immediately flicked back to her eyes. He leaned in close. "I think that woman's a whore, by the way. I can practically smell it."
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