[Saralegui likes the nighttime. Even in the darkness of the alleyway, the height of the buildings casting shadows to cancel out the moonlight, Saralegui can see just fine. And he knows perfectly well what he looks like and how especially striking he is in the dark, all pale and gold, even hid eyes behind the tintes glasses. Even the sheathed blade at his hip – tucked haphazardly in his belt for lack of a proper sword belt – is golden.
So he isn't really surprised or put off by the long stare and silence. Frankly, he's more than a little vain and he expects people to stare. But he also knows that it's better to pretend otherwise, so he simply meets that stare with slightly raised brows, head tilting bemusedly.]
No? And you didn't hear it?
[The mismatched eyes are interesting, but that hair is even more so. Saralegui's seen a surprising number of people around the city with such dark hair, but it still seems rare and exotic to his eyes.]
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So he isn't really surprised or put off by the long stare and silence. Frankly, he's more than a little vain and he expects people to stare. But he also knows that it's better to pretend otherwise, so he simply meets that stare with slightly raised brows, head tilting bemusedly.]
No? And you didn't hear it?
[The mismatched eyes are interesting, but that hair is even more so. Saralegui's seen a surprising number of people around the city with such dark hair, but it still seems rare and exotic to his eyes.]