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He nodded slowly.
Yeah, he'd been a bit stuck at some of the things here.
Too many creatures with scales and stuff. Not his vibe.
"I struggled with hunting here when we first moved in. Dunno what will try to kill me or not yet," he grinned with a chuckle. In his experience, unless it was underwater, scaled meant death. Snakes and lizards were scary.

He liked the way she held herself.
Reminded him of an apple - sweet, round, but sometimes sour too.

"Of course," he replied with a matching smile of his own.
She was infectious, he had to admit. The sunshine in the Dying Light.
"When would you like to go?"