[center][h1][color=Goldenrod] Noah Griffin [/color][/h1][/center]

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Noah had pressed against the pool’s edge now. It was obvious he wasn’t clean by a long shot. Grim still clung to his dark skin, barely hidden by his complexion, as he listened to the sprite’s cheerfulness tone down notably. He wasn’t sure if that a good or bad thing. Her-his mind set on the fairer gender- demeanor reminded him of a child for the most part. The only thing breaking that illusion was the fact she had no specific facial features and her figure was far too small. He estimated he could easily lift her up in his large hand then toss her several feet without breaking a sweat. Not that he would. 



It made him uncomfortable in a completely different way than the fox. 



Things weren’t always as they seemed. As if prompted, Noah’s mind unearthed prior memories. They shifted from the Kitsune’s ripping off his face to a cat-eyed woman grinning at him. Her fingernails seemed to dig past the coat, the flesh and into his very core. His soul. 



Everything he has seen or heard made him question what type of place this was. Aside from being a very, very dangerous one. 



Noah cast off the fear tingling along his skin when the sprite held out a bubble toward him. He frowned a bit as he held out his hand, palm upwards, to make a makeshift table for her. Beyond that, it wasn’t meant to be an accepting gesture at all. 



[color=goldenrod]“Soap would do better,”[/color] He countered quietly at her comment.  


It was more of an obvious fact as he glanced down at himself, noticing how filthy he was.