[No, seriously, he's a gross undead deer. He's covered more in fur than he is bare skin. He's also borderline freezing cold at any given moment, though he's started to get better about raising his body temperature.
Still, Kimbley smirks.]
If you insist, I'm not about to correct you.
[He might hate his appearance, but Kimbley's egotistical enough not to turn down a compliment.]
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Still, Kimbley smirks.]
If you insist, I'm not about to correct you.
[He might hate his appearance, but Kimbley's egotistical enough not to turn down a compliment.]