![]() ![]() He shakes his head before emerging beneath the light, his twisted grin changing into worry. A man with long, grassy green hair lurks in the dark beside a streetlamp, his hat shadowing his visage but for two twinkling pinpoints. The poor girl groans, leaning on the sill. Orion’s panic - his insistence - goes unheard. It’s closer to strained metal distinctive and rough.
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