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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. ]

I wouldn't compare everyone with horns. Like I said, you just looked kinda similar... don't have a cow about it.

[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.]

Oh, ha ha. [ this is sarcastic but it's good natured - despite the eyeroll there's a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth faintly. friendship!

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.

It's not? What's it eat, then, is it one of the ones that feeds off feelings and stuff?

[SOMETIMES. YOU LIVE IN A FACILITY.

he pets the cow a little oddly, like he's not getting a ton of sensation from this.]