Does this look like th'face of someone ya need to worry about?
Evvy flashes a crooked grin, seriousness vanishing in an instant.
Save it for your friends, if ya got any.
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Loch huffs, another breath billowing upward in the chill of the mountains. The implication that he may not have friends gives him pause; does he seem like he wouldn't? He can't help the slightest twinge of sadness.
When he speaks, his tone is rueful, a dry sarcasm ringing his words.
I thought you of all people would think even strangers deserve compassion. What is the Undertaker teaching his crew?
Aw buddy don't pout, didn't mean to hit a sore spot. Even though it's kinda cute. I won't tease ya again, promise.
Loch can't help but stiffen, staring at Evvy with no small amount of surprise coursing through him. It isn't often he's teased, let alone by strangers. He can't even remember the last time he was called cute. He squares his shoulders, grateful to the layers he donned to avoid the cold for concealing his fluttering fins and gills.
I don't pout.
Good! I was worried I upset you too much-- if yer not pouting, then I can keep on teasing.
She looks very pleased with herself, but it seems like she actually is done teasing him for now. Saving it for later, perhaps?