>>17909087I wrote it and made a thread about it but I never added it to the archive. Have fun finding it :^)>>17908761http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1YZ4wofQWk"Excuse me?"
The Sceptile maintaining the bar from behind his humble counter has an appropriate /skeptical/ look on his face, and rightfully so. Even though you haven't yelled out loud to the world that Anina is a Hex Maniac, her appearance alone gives varying degrees of suspect to all of the other patrons.
You take it that the ones giving your dirty looks don't like witches, or they're just repulsed by your wife's ungodly appearance in general.
You sit up on one of the high bar stools to strike up a chat, while helping Anina's skiddish self up on one in addition. She thanks you in a quiet, trembling whisper, for a boy--let alone anyone--actually treating her like a lady with respect, is nothing more than a foreign concept to her.
She wonders (and hopes) if you're always like this.
"Hm?"
Sceptile only has one eye, the other is patched up with a gritty eyepatch that looks incredibly worn. Even so, his attire is pretty over the top for a simpleton tavern in the middle of a primitive forest town, a full suit and the caboodle.
His lone eye drifts up from spit cleaning a dirty mug to you.
"Mrmm..."
A) "Can you sport a fine fellow two and a half quarts of guinness?"
B) "She's uh, not a witch...if you're wondering.."
C) "What's with the eye patch, cap'n?"
D) "Y'know, spit cleaning mugs is bad and unsanitary by today's health standards."