[His lips thin into a heavy frown as he listens. It's awkward to be a part of, standing on the outside and listening, but then being roped in somehow nonetheless. It's awkward and awful. And familiar, in a distant way.
He glances at the doll, and then at Beau again, his brows narrowed.]
Are you talking about the... [He doesn't know what tf that kind of being was, but.] ...person with the strange skin and the colorful robe?
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He glances at the doll, and then at Beau again, his brows narrowed.]
Are you talking about the... [He doesn't know what tf that kind of being was, but.] ...person with the strange skin and the colorful robe?
[It was a jacket, but still.]