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(Was Tyro supposed to leave?) "It would be hypotciritcal, I figure." He looks around cuirously after somepony appeared to add their piece....
"Hmm...Neat! Sorry if I'm prying at all. Weird is part of the job. Well, the unnatural. Uh, unusual. I haven't come across any others in Equestria...
Let's begin.
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"Ah! All right then. Very cool." He lets go of her chin, still inspecting her. He looks her up and down, clearly quite fascinated. "How were you...
Tyro immediately moves in closer, holding Azreal's chin as he inspects where the cut should be. He was enraptured by what he'd just seen....
"I shift. Though, I'm sure you'll...Wait. What? You seem pretty mortal to me.
"We did give him a bottle of rum. At best, you'd get a drinking song dribbed liberally around the room about the fishmonger's daugter. He wouldn't...
Tyro laps up the last of his cider. As he licks his chops, he prods the urn with a paw. Nothing. "Good riddence." He mumbles.
You seem lovely to me.
"Huh...That seems kinda neat actually." He returns to his drink quietly. (Need sleeps. Night!)
He looks up from his drink. "Stuffy Mc-what-now?"
"I don't remember seeing your face. And I'm pretty certain I stick out a mile against all the ponies." He said, pulling up from the cider,...
"Can I help it if I'm just that cute?" Tyro said with a smirk. "And I'm Tyro. Just Tyro." There's a little more rumbling from the urn. "No one...
He smiles and pulls it closer, sticking his head inside to greedily lap at the frothy liquid inside.
He shakes his head. "I'm good. I'd just like a hard cider. Maybe if we get to know each other but not today."
"You fluffy too! What's the difference? Besides, I smell of ectoplasm and ash. I can't be all that appealing right now."
"I'd rather not exchange being stroked for drinks. It's a slippery slope from there." There was a quiet tittering from the urn. "Shut up in there!"
(Nope. Paws. He can shake a bottle but he'd be using his teeth for most of this stuff.)
