The murmuring echo of the pink girl's question comes from a man in tatty scholar's robes, an equally shabby brown suit and tie underneath them. His eyes are somewhat tired, almost vacant, looking in Tae's direction with a certain lack of focus. But at least he's wearing (an equally) tired smile. Though said eyes are looking from behind the iron bars of a tall, hexagonal cage around his head, rings hanging from some sides of its ornate top.
"One could always...stop? And consider your options. No need to lose your head about it."
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The murmuring echo of the pink girl's question comes from a man in tatty scholar's robes, an equally shabby brown suit and tie underneath them. His eyes are somewhat tired, almost vacant, looking in Tae's direction with a certain lack of focus. But at least he's wearing (an equally) tired smile. Though said eyes are looking from behind the iron bars of a tall, hexagonal cage around his head, rings hanging from some sides of its ornate top.
"One could always...stop? And consider your options. No need to lose your head about it."