[ THIS... IS SO SAD ] Netzach, man, that's a sad life - seriously, not even once? There's no better thing.
[ strohl loves the pastoral life. the cow pauses as it is being stared at to also stare at them..... it puts a goofy smile on the things face as it chews cud. it's vibing. strohl feels the eyes, too, and looks away from netzach, over to the cow, over to netzach again. ]
You can't just compare everyone with horns to cows! You don't see me saying you blend in with the grass, do you?
[ GOD!!!! grumbling: ] First it's [ mutter grumble mutter grumble something about worms ] and now cows, gather round, children, hear the tale of Lord Strohl, first of his name, Lord of the Cows...
[ strohl sighs. heavily. the remains of his dignity are in tatters and its only monday. netzach may get the feeling he's just being dramatic. ]
Look - they're from Euchronia, but not related to the clemar. You've never touched one before, right? C'mon.
[ gesturing over at the cow who is truly just standing there now. ]
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[he wouldn't know! this city is his very first experience with it. yaaay.
the cow distracts him as it wanders by, though, and he stares at it... stares back at strohl. back at the cow. back at him.]
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[ THIS... IS SO SAD ] Netzach, man, that's a sad life - seriously, not even once? There's no better thing.
[ strohl loves the pastoral life. the cow pauses as it is being stared at to also stare at them..... it puts a goofy smile on the things face as it chews cud. it's vibing. strohl feels the eyes, too, and looks away from netzach, over to the cow, over to netzach again. ]
...What?
[ highland cows ]
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[so, like, it's just how things are.
as for the cow:]
It looks a lot like you.
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hey ]
Did you just compare me to a Martiran cow?
[ this is more mock offended than actually offended. ]
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[putting his hands to his head to simulate mock horns]
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[ GOD!!!! grumbling: ] First it's [ mutter grumble mutter grumble something about worms ] and now cows, gather round, children, hear the tale of Lord Strohl, first of his name, Lord of the Cows...
[ strohl sighs. heavily. the remains of his dignity are in tatters and its only monday. netzach may get the feeling he's just being dramatic. ]
Look - they're from Euchronia, but not related to the clemar. You've never touched one before, right? C'mon.
[ gesturing over at the cow who is truly just standing there now. ]
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[sorry. he has to. he HAS to.
he follows along with that gesture, though, stepping closer to the cow and reaching up cautiously to touch it.]
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off to the cow. the little guy is so gentle... it moos very softly and its fur is So Soft as it bunts its head into netzach's hands. ]
It's not going to bite you, you know.
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[SOMETIMES. YOU LIVE IN A FACILITY.
he pets the cow a little oddly, like he's not getting a ton of sensation from this.]
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[ WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR COWS ]
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[thinking...]
I dunno what they eat, actually, when they're not mad.
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Bloody hell. Are you... [ ... ] Okay, man?
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[ is that why your constitution is so sickly......... ]
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grimacing: ] That bad...?
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