[center][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/887459258877247538/910026657514008576/dris_header_small.png[/img] [quote=@cadesmith] [center][h2][color=CAB8B6]Tosai “Fret” Furesawa[/color][/h2][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/903361233518985246/910721417199374388/3328B080-5314-4841-9DB5-A899F6D47C69.png[/img][h3][color=CAB8B6]Fret’s fit as a fiddle.[/color][/h3][/center] [hr] [center][color=CAB8B6]"Nice to meetcha, Dris! But, me? A soldier? Nah, but I was a Player once! Freaky experience, I should tell you about it sometime!"[/color] He kept his hand still as the rodent sniffed his hand… kinda weird, but to be fair, they were an animal. Though, Fret’s smile became a frown as Dris showed disgust at the Player’s scent. Come on, really? The perfume wasn’t that bad! Was it? [color=CAB8B6]"Oh, uuuh- sorry? Usually everyone’s fine with it! The brand’s really popular too… then again, guess it isn’t for everyone."[/color] The teenager got up, looking to Voss and tilting his head. [color=CAB8B6]"I think I’m doing pretty good at being sociable, maybe I can help ease the pain or something! So, let’s start with an icebreaker - cool accent! Where’d you get it from?"[/color] Fret, you absolute dumbass. ...first time? FIRST TIME? Voss knows about this kinda stuff? Tosai followed Voss, gently grabbing the sea captain’s wrist. His hands were actually really soft, to be honest. [color=CAB8B6]"So you know what’s going on? Spilll it then, gramps! Please."[/color] As Schezo made his demands, Fret looked over, calling out to the slobbering Wegey: [color=CAB8B6]"I think this guy’s got it! Come over and he’ll tell you!"[/color] Voss, from player to character, I am so fucking sorry.[/center] [hr] [center] [@Spooky Birb] [@Yamperzzz] [@Mav] [/center] [/quote] [color=8dc73f]"Not... Soldier? Player??... WEIRD man-thing words... WEIRD SCENT!!"[/color] Dris snuffled, not speaking crossly, rather as if they were saying facts. With confidence, sureness. They could see that Fret was now a bit occupied... which they didn't mind. As nice company as the man-thing seemed to be, his scent was less than desirable perhaps once the strange exotic spice had dulled, Dris could stand to be in the same vicinity as him. Then... Dris looked over to where the man-thing Hershel had gone, and saw... something rather odd. Some sort of strange construct, standing before him, rambling off with words Dris couldn't even BEGIN to recognize, and they were suddenly very interested. They HAD wanted to approach Hershel later, once they cooled off, but now they also wanted to see what this... thing was. It had pale skin that didn't even look real... and it's hair... This was no ordinary man-thing, no... they were eye catching, unique in some weird way. Dris would have even mistaken them for some sort of weird genasi, or perhaps a tiefling, with the hair and skin. So, without hesitation, Dris approached directly behind the strange black haired manthing, and began sniffling a few inches away. ... Garbage... Gods, man-things were so awful at keeping themselves clean, but this was a whole new level... Dris could also smell some sort of... hair product? The kind that some humans used to keep their hair in place. It was strong... made Dris scrunch their snout up. They could also smell some sort of other man-thing product... they believed it was called... '[i]cologne[/i]'... weird name. It ALSO smelled terrible to Dris! They also smelled... burnt, and acidic... in a weird way... Dris didn't want to think about what that might mean. Lastly... the final smell... ... Something... very [i]sad[/i]. Very emotional... like pent up aggression that, when released, would just turn into a bunch of [i]sob fests... [/i] [color=8dc73f]"... Who-who are you..."[/color] Dris scrunched their nose up, looking rightfully disgusted at the scent, and looking back up at Hershel, as if asking 'who the hell is this guy', with only their eyes. Mentions:[@cadesmith] [@ClownTown] [@RirisStride1] [@Starmaker] [/center]