"If you keep talking to him like that, he should be."
Xayah usually keeps her thoughts to herself, but she doesn't appreciate other creatures being hassled. Especially by humans; they take them for granted. She's a lot shorter than the guy when she steps out of the Inn, cowl pulled over her head and purple and red hair, hiding her familiar that's peeking from underneath it.
Her bird-like yellow eyes fall onto the cigarette and she has to hold back the urge to grab it. She doesn't know what the thing he's smoking is or whether it's bad or good for him, she doesn't care, but it smells SO bad and it's ruining the precious air.
red spring
Xayah usually keeps her thoughts to herself, but she doesn't appreciate other creatures being hassled. Especially by humans; they take them for granted. She's a lot shorter than the guy when she steps out of the Inn, cowl pulled over her head and purple and red hair, hiding her familiar that's peeking from underneath it.
Her bird-like yellow eyes fall onto the cigarette and she has to hold back the urge to grab it. She doesn't know what the thing he's smoking is or whether it's bad or good for him, she doesn't care, but it smells SO bad and it's ruining the precious air.