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Little to say he’s honestly taken aback from the whole demeanor of the other. Her appearance is already enough to get upset over but that voice and those eyes are going to cause him to have a fit. What an unusual being; probably even more so than himself. 

Santi’s mist-like eyes meet her own and his brows furrow in curiosity at what he sees. The split colors of her eyes, a chocolate brown and sky blue; again, so peculiar. His white hues drift down her lengthy form, the purest of whites and that soft coffee brown coat is spectacular. It’d probably look even better with some red splattered on it. he notes casually to himself drifting off in thought for a second.

Though he’s surprised at that voluminous, smooth voice of hers, he’s surprised that her first instinct is to introduce herself like she doesn’t have a care in the world; perhaps she doesn’t. It still makes him smirk, white canines on show for his new company. Scarred ears tilting back slightly he takes a few more steps further behind her like he’s going to make a circle around her.

“How nice to meet you, bonita. You can call me Santi. You are lost, no?” He introduces himself with a wink and that same devilish smirk that is charming yet terrifying at the same time. Then his voice gets sarcastically caring as he asks if she’s lost.