Ouroboros Spine how can i believe when this cloud hangs over me

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speak — or think — of the devil, a flare of cinnamon passes through his periphery, paired with a honeyed voice.
ah, galana, the pretty redhead! he slows so that she may catch up, a half-smile gracing his slender face. but, as soon as he speaks, the suaveness is immediately obstructed by the fact that fur and meat block his tongue from forming proper words.
thanhh' hyouh', he mumbles, realizing his error a bit too late before he actually drops his kill to the forest floor. he gets a good look at her properly now, recollecting himself; already he was being embarrassing. because of course he was. galana, right?