Horst arched a curious brow at the man he now shared an elevator with-- tall, skinny, looked like a vampire-- was it Halloween already?
"Nice weather, hmm? Bit of sun, not too hot."
He tucked his hands into his pockets, smiling pleasantly.
"Is there a convention nearby?
I like your costume.
It looks... tight."
{pls take my himbo damphir son}
For one who enjoys speaking, small talk is one of his least favorite things. The almost compliment is nice though.
"This is my typical attire." He glances over, gives the man a once over from head to toe and back up again. Elevators were nice but this was just tedious. "What do you mean by convention?"
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