Post by Admin on Oct 31, 2021 9:47:05 GMT
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Written with assistance from my hive, and Tarot.
A sage green Nautolan man, no, he's akin to Nautolans. He's got the fourteen headtails, and the gills, but his finger count's three per hand, toe's two per foot, and he's a lower back devil-like tail with a heart tip, lekku-dyed red. His eyes are very narrow, and glow orange.
He's wearing a yellow-orange minikimono that reaches mid-thigh with a dark red obi. Over dark red, turtlenecked, thumbhole-sleeved, harem coveralls with seven diamond cutouts down his outer, widelegs from his hips to his ankle cinch-ins. The snaps to get in, and out of the fitted coveralls are on his right side, which shows in the turtleneck above the V collar of the kimono. There's black leggings showing through the diamond cutouts. The fabric of choice is Nautolan silk. He also has a red diamond stud in each nostril, and a red-diamond-encrusted septum ring.
He's laying on his back on a carpeted library floor, his head rested on a black backpack, as he reads a book with a leather cover, and fabric pages that are as stiff as paper. One ankle's over the other. But, he soon notices a couple of women of his species, one red and the other orange, perusing the books on this aisle, giggling at the titles, because they're in the romance section, and they've not been old enough to access the section for long.
They walk next to him, and stop to stare at his book title, giggling, and whispering.
He holds the book in front of his mouth, hiding a flirtatious smile, though it still shows in his tail amorously hugging his right leg, "Are you just daydreaming tonight, ladies? Or, were you looking for something green with envy at the words close to your passionate hearts? Do words inspire your interest? Could you, perhaps, be persuaded? Or, perhaps my looks alone were all it took?"
The more charismatic of the women speaks, "So, we're very similar. So, which color do you like more? Red? Or, orange?"
"Do I have to pick?" His voice is breathy. "Come now, don't tease. Surely, you're a pair package?"
"Now, we might be close, but don't think you can have both."
"I know I can. Both, or none."
The women look at eachother, blushing. The red one's biting her lip at the orange, "Please?"
"Oh, my god! You like me!?"
"Ye-e-es! Please? Or, do you not reciprocate?"
"Did you set this up?"
"I wanted to see your preference, so I thought maybe one guy, and one gal."
"Oh, Candy! You're enough on your own! Let's get out of here."
He sighs breathily as he watches them walk away, and whispers, "So close!"
Rey Skywalker approaches him, then is nudged by Finn, whom after nods at the sign of the section.
She looks at some book titles around him, before reading the title of his book. Ultimately, she giggles at the awkward time and place.
"Are you about to try to sell me something?" The young man asks while continuing to read. "Because I don't mix business with pleasure." He looks at Rey, and Finn, recognizing them, "It's a pleasure to meet you."
Written with assistance from my hive, and Tarot.
A sage green Nautolan man, no, he's akin to Nautolans. He's got the fourteen headtails, and the gills, but his finger count's three per hand, toe's two per foot, and he's a lower back devil-like tail with a heart tip, lekku-dyed red. His eyes are very narrow, and glow orange.
He's wearing a yellow-orange minikimono that reaches mid-thigh with a dark red obi. Over dark red, turtlenecked, thumbhole-sleeved, harem coveralls with seven diamond cutouts down his outer, widelegs from his hips to his ankle cinch-ins. The snaps to get in, and out of the fitted coveralls are on his right side, which shows in the turtleneck above the V collar of the kimono. There's black leggings showing through the diamond cutouts. The fabric of choice is Nautolan silk. He also has a red diamond stud in each nostril, and a red-diamond-encrusted septum ring.
He's laying on his back on a carpeted library floor, his head rested on a black backpack, as he reads a book with a leather cover, and fabric pages that are as stiff as paper. One ankle's over the other. But, he soon notices a couple of women of his species, one red and the other orange, perusing the books on this aisle, giggling at the titles, because they're in the romance section, and they've not been old enough to access the section for long.
They walk next to him, and stop to stare at his book title, giggling, and whispering.
He holds the book in front of his mouth, hiding a flirtatious smile, though it still shows in his tail amorously hugging his right leg, "Are you just daydreaming tonight, ladies? Or, were you looking for something green with envy at the words close to your passionate hearts? Do words inspire your interest? Could you, perhaps, be persuaded? Or, perhaps my looks alone were all it took?"
The more charismatic of the women speaks, "So, we're very similar. So, which color do you like more? Red? Or, orange?"
"Do I have to pick?" His voice is breathy. "Come now, don't tease. Surely, you're a pair package?"
"Now, we might be close, but don't think you can have both."
"I know I can. Both, or none."
The women look at eachother, blushing. The red one's biting her lip at the orange, "Please?"
"Oh, my god! You like me!?"
"Ye-e-es! Please? Or, do you not reciprocate?"
"Did you set this up?"
"I wanted to see your preference, so I thought maybe one guy, and one gal."
"Oh, Candy! You're enough on your own! Let's get out of here."
He sighs breathily as he watches them walk away, and whispers, "So close!"
Rey Skywalker approaches him, then is nudged by Finn, whom after nods at the sign of the section.
She looks at some book titles around him, before reading the title of his book. Ultimately, she giggles at the awkward time and place.
"Are you about to try to sell me something?" The young man asks while continuing to read. "Because I don't mix business with pleasure." He looks at Rey, and Finn, recognizing them, "It's a pleasure to meet you."