[ He slides his hands into the pockets of his uniform trousers, and gazes at the man. Still too "bright." It's a strange sensation, and some part of him decides he doesn't like it. The rest of him is still curious, however, so: ]
What are you? I promise I won't hold it against you, if you're really an emu.
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[ He slides his hands into the pockets of his uniform trousers, and gazes at the man. Still too "bright." It's a strange sensation, and some part of him decides he doesn't like it. The rest of him is still curious, however, so: ]
What are you? I promise I won't hold it against you, if you're really an emu.