[ He's plenty used to her brand of humor. He's just not used to it being directed at him.
He's awkward and gangly in appearance by Turian standards and there's a pronounced asymmetry in the right side of his face, the mandible hanging a bit oddly under his cheekbone. His face paint is a faded mess, he's pretty obviously underweight- not to mention the scarred over bullet holes in his head on display before he'd pulled the cloth over it.
Just. All in all? Not any sort of looker to begin with and only getting uglier. ]
Personality? [ Lantar rolls the word out like he's just heard it for the first time in his life. ] Personality?
[ He plants his chin atop his palm with an expression of great faux thoughtfulness, eyes squinting into the middle distance. ]
No, no, I distinctly remember all the human sorts I've talked with telling me it was hair. Hair and butts.
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He's awkward and gangly in appearance by Turian standards and there's a pronounced asymmetry in the right side of his face, the mandible hanging a bit oddly under his cheekbone. His face paint is a faded mess, he's pretty obviously underweight- not to mention the scarred over bullet holes in his head on display before he'd pulled the cloth over it.
Just. All in all? Not any sort of looker to begin with and only getting uglier. ]
Personality? [ Lantar rolls the word out like he's just heard it for the first time in his life. ] Personality?
[ He plants his chin atop his palm with an expression of great faux thoughtfulness, eyes squinting into the middle distance. ]
No, no, I distinctly remember all the human sorts I've talked with telling me it was hair. Hair and butts.