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Drago
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He stared at her ears, his expression one of awe. Oh puh-lease. She's just a cat. His conscience butted in, restarting after it momentarily tried to take over. Yang didn't retort to him. After all, no matter what he said it wouldn't shut up. He pulled down his hood, a frizz of hair sticking up, "How could you keep that under a hood?" He asked, intending for the question to be rhetorical. Any trace of purple had been extinguished from his eyes. He looked back down to her eyes, "So your a.... er...." The word for her species was at the tip of his tongue, but his mind strained to remember what exactly they were called. He'd read a book long long ago as a child when he was growing up about people of her species, but for the life of him he couldn't quite remember what she was called. Stranger danger Stranger danger His conscience went off in his head like an alarm. He looked over to the clusters of dangerous individuals that sat throughout the room, his eyes resting upon one who stared at Snow. He paid this no mind, seeing as how he figured she'd already noticed him, and continued to think of the name, tapping his fingers on the chair behind him again.