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The main 'standout' colors you can pick out amongst the abstract painting's worth of colors are black, grey, and purple. You're going to record that as the <span class="mu-b">Man's</span> 'actual' aura, just because his actual aura is too hard to record.
You narrow your eyes as you take another look at the <span class="mu-b">Man</span>. You can vaguely make out his appearance, but you struggle to remember more than one or two specifics. He's on the older side, mid-30s at the youngest; you can say that with confidence.
His skin is...pale, yes, as white as paper. You also think he might be five foot something, but beyond that, it's anyone's guess. The glasses are able to partially pierce through whatever memory-distorting effect he has, but it's not strong enough.
"Aight, what's the fuckin' point of this again?" Colt rapidly taps his foot on the ground, ready to do literally anything else. "Mind explainin' to the class?"
The <span class="mu-b">Man</span> theorizes that those glasses let Vincent see what he otherwise couldn't.
Colt nods along as if he actually registered what the <span class="mu-b">Man</span> said. "Hm. Maybe that's why, yeah. Ya can't see my dick or whatever with those, right? This ain't some weird homosexual shit?"
"What? I'm only into chicks." You carefully remove M.A.D WORLD. "I was checking your auras. It's something I always like to check. It helps me to understand people better."
"Eh, I ain't so sure about you likin' chicks. I've seen you hangin' out with that Ash chick." He grunts like a disappointed day. "She's too tough for my likin'. Ain't got the curves a woman needs."
The <span class="mu-b">Man</span> would say something, but he elects to stay silent, lest he be judged for his own taste in women.
"Ah, shut up." You mumble under your breath. At least you got some information out of this little experiment. You recap what their auras to the best of your ability, mostly because you're curious to see how they'd react.
Colt puffs his chest out upon realizing what his aura looks like. "I have the soul of a RED-BLOODED AMERICAN! Of course I'd wear the colors of my country, even in the deepest parts of my soul! That's a sign I'm blessed by GOD!"
The <span class="mu-b">Man</span>, on the other hand, is vaguely disturbed by your description of his aura. He knows a little bit about 'auras' and how they can manifest, but he has never heard about an aura that matched the description you gave him. He feels stable, so he's not sure why his aura is so <span class="mu-i">unstable</span>.
Maybe it's a sign of his affliction? He can only theorize.
"Eh, it's pretty colors or whatnot by the end of the day. If ya feel fine, ya feel fine" Okay, now you actually have to wonder if he can properly see the <span class="mu-b">Man</span>.
"Are you talking to...?"
"Ya, I'm talkin' to him." Colt shoots a look in the <span class="mu-b">Man's</span> direction. "Either he's real or I'm hallucinating, and I'm gonna go with the former. I ain't no fuckin' schizo like that Nicky chick."
That's weird, you thought he could barely see the <span class="mu-b">Man.</span>
