[The latter part of the day tended to be Hubert's night—but not always. It's by a stroke of luck on Lorenz' part that Hubert decided he'd sleep after sunset today.]
[Opening the door, his gaze drew down to the crimson-dotted bouquet, then to the faun's state of dress. A deadpan stare met Lorenz' eyes.]
What. [An equally deadpan tone answered.] Is this.
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[Opening the door, his gaze drew down to the crimson-dotted bouquet, then to the faun's state of dress. A deadpan stare met Lorenz' eyes.]
What. [An equally deadpan tone answered.] Is this.