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Originally Posted by tHEhERETIC
"I wouldn't try anything longer than a personal name," she says, as if Kane had just tripped over some foreign grammar. "It tends to get all mangly. Mine, for instance. Velga Velvet Glove. And I don't mind company. What brings you to San Francisco?" The transition from English to Celestial and back is almost seamless. She's done that before.
Now that you're close to her, you catch a faint scent of burnt wood and fresh melted snow.
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"Job for a boss," he says. His own baggage, as he retrieves it, is light -- a worn, dusty duffel bag and a guitar case. "Mr. Stoneman's good folk; gave me a temp job when I needed it. Do a lot for him between gigs."
He blushes a moment. "Sorry, ma'am. Forgot my manners." He sticks out a callused hand, shifting the duffel to his shoulder. "I'm Kane." A quick hum adds
Eumolpius Sings-Well.