[ Shimmering gold drips up from his shoulder where a pair of mismatched eyes appear. They zero in on that saucy grin with observant eyes that hold far more intelligence than her current form might convey. ]
Three of them are no good.
[ His eyes stray to his omen for a second, her sudden appearance throwing him off for a second. ]
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Three of them are no good.
[ His eyes stray to his omen for a second, her sudden appearance throwing him off for a second. ]
The rest look like the pictures.