It's very goth. But like, the type of goth where after your grandmother dies from mysterious circumstances, you invest your inheritance in rebuilding an exact replica of of the mansion of a very niche vampire film that like, four people total might catch the reference of.
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[ please be nice to goat, they don't deserve this. ]
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So you're like, actually a priest?
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[His tone is deadpan so...he probably knows why.]
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Not my fault I was born with black hair. Take that up with my parents. [He huffs.] Anyways, maybe I should put it up...
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[...Why not? He stretches out a hand.]
That's very nice of you.
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[ the scrunchie trade has been made. ]
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[He winks as he takes the scrunchie, but...it just looks like he's blinking.]
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It goes in your hair?
[ they just think he was confused about what to do with it because of the not blink ]
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I know it goes in my hair. Did I say otherwise?
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Okay, no, something really funny just happened.
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[ no one will see them wink. ]
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[Wait a second.]
Oh. I winked. It looks strange with the eyepatch. I see. Well, cheer up. You can make it up with your choice of words and winning charm.
[He chuckles a bit, before moving to pull some of his hair back into a tiny little ponytail.]
So? How do I look?
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and then snort. ]
You pass. Less middle-aged moms will cross the street when they see you now.
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Thank you for your vote of confidence, my striped friend. I'll wear my benefactor-given-scrunchie with pride.
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You can't tell because of the mask, but I'm crying tears of joy.