Cha, [ he says, head bobbing as he rocks back on his heels. ] but s'like, put 'em together and you're a queen, feel me?
[ Not any different than him, he supposes — pieces rather than a whole, like saplings and those little plants you get in the plastic cups of dirt, which is probably appropriate given the context. Not that she's dirt. Cuz is made of bonemeal and bloodier stuff than that and he doesn't have to have a dead man's blood and a witch's Sight to see it. Grinning, Oryx tucks the unlit cig behind his right ear and extends a hand, hastily wiping it on the leg of his jeans as he bends (crookedly) at the waist. ]
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[ Not any different than him, he supposes — pieces rather than a whole, like saplings and those little plants you get in the plastic cups of dirt, which is probably appropriate given the context. Not that she's dirt. Cuz is made of bonemeal and bloodier stuff than that and he doesn't have to have a dead man's blood and a witch's Sight to see it. Grinning, Oryx tucks the unlit cig behind his right ear and extends a hand, hastily wiping it on the leg of his jeans as he bends (crookedly) at the waist. ]
Wanna dance, P? S'what we do with royalty.