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voidtreckernpcs ([personal profile] voidtreckernpcs) wrote in [community profile] middleofsomewhere 2021-09-19 07:00 am (UTC)

"I have hands," replies the sali to Jingyi on clothing, eyeing around his waist, stepping to see where the tail forms at. From there, they bundle the fabric as they listen, selecting a spot, and stab in a clawed nail cleanly. From there, they tear downwards, letting the gown hang so they can better get to the end.

Once the tear is formed, they hold it out for Jingyi to take. Stopping to take in them both, and to decide on their replies:

"So a mess of people here to help, ask to help, with not a basic idea of how to offer help, and who have no idea how to calculate the worth of their help. Like stumbling younglings. Have you reached out to your others yet? Talked to them? Speak more."

As they now turn back to the wardrobe, searching, this time for less time. Bringing out a cloak as they described: one that opens in the centre, but has a tie; furs hanging on either ends, but coming past the waist area. An added round of fur along the shoulders and close to the face, another hood of an animal - something similar to a caribou, with eyeholes free and slits for horns to protrude through.

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