"Not a guess. Rude - sorry - but not a guess." Get a grip, Sunshine. Her life is lousy with partbloods - not to mention things considerably worse than that - but that's why she should really know better than to blurt about it in public.
The face in the window disappears, though it's followed by an invitation out of this grotty lighthouse, and yes, that seems... rational. If he was going to turn blue and spout tusks and tear her to pieces, he'd probably want to do it away from prying eyes, so better for them to be out there than in here. And outdoors on an overcast day is better than indoors on an overcast day for her dark vision. Bonus.
Feeling like five kinds of idiot, Sunshine picks her way outside and around the curve of the building until she finds her mysterious part-whatever acquaintance again. She can salvage this, or try to, until such time as it becomes more prudent to run for her life.
"I'm Sunshine." She tilts the bakery bag toward him hopefully; feeding people makes her feel better, and tends to make them more kindly disposed toward her. "Muffin?"
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The face in the window disappears, though it's followed by an invitation out of this grotty lighthouse, and yes, that seems... rational. If he was going to turn blue and spout tusks and tear her to pieces, he'd probably want to do it away from prying eyes, so better for them to be out there than in here. And outdoors on an overcast day is better than indoors on an overcast day for her dark vision. Bonus.
Feeling like five kinds of idiot, Sunshine picks her way outside and around the curve of the building until she finds her mysterious part-whatever acquaintance again. She can salvage this, or try to, until such time as it becomes more prudent to run for her life.
"I'm Sunshine." She tilts the bakery bag toward him hopefully; feeding people makes her feel better, and tends to make them more kindly disposed toward her. "Muffin?"