So. South has been having a pretty good day up until now. She's been kicking back, relaxing and drinking, only lightly picking on people and in a more playful than mean way. She has guard duty in a bit with the Mayor, so she's sobering up with some high-caffeine coffee, but she's still in an absolutely wonderful mood.
However, as she's roaming around to help with the whole not-going-to-work-drunk situation, she spots something that's both entirely new and unfamiliar, yet with a hint of enough familiarity that she has to stop in her tracks. Well not something, exactly, it's technically a someone.
The guy doesn't really look like a Covvie in any real way, honestly, but he's definitely not human and especially "mammal-humanoid enough" for her to look past anything alien. She has improved a hell of a lot with her opinion on non-human beings or aliens around, she's really not bias or racist against them anymore. There was even that, like, minotaur bullhorned guy she just met who she has zero problem with being non-human. But the skin's reptile-ish looking texture and the colors, they cause an immediate and involuntary flash of disdain, even surge of rage, at the idea of her world's enemies being here in any sense.
But he's not a Covvie, she explains to herself, he's just some greenish dude sipping what's probably tea, chilling out. Not part of the bastards trying to rip apart humanity planet by planet. Calm the fuck down. Chill the hell out. Take a breath and, maybe, possibly, at least somewhat consider not staring as long as you have been already. Look away bitch, at least blink or stop narrowing your eyes, Christ girl.
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However, as she's roaming around to help with the whole not-going-to-work-drunk situation, she spots something that's both entirely new and unfamiliar, yet with a hint of enough familiarity that she has to stop in her tracks. Well not something, exactly, it's technically a someone.
The guy doesn't really look like a Covvie in any real way, honestly, but he's definitely not human and especially "mammal-humanoid enough" for her to look past anything alien. She has improved a hell of a lot with her opinion on non-human beings or aliens around, she's really not bias or racist against them anymore. There was even that, like, minotaur bullhorned guy she just met who she has zero problem with being non-human. But the skin's reptile-ish looking texture and the colors, they cause an immediate and involuntary flash of disdain, even surge of rage, at the idea of her world's enemies being here in any sense.
But he's not a Covvie, she explains to herself, he's just some greenish dude sipping what's probably tea, chilling out. Not part of the bastards trying to rip apart humanity planet by planet. Calm the fuck down. Chill the hell out. Take a breath and, maybe, possibly, at least somewhat consider not staring as long as you have been already. Look away bitch, at least blink or stop narrowing your eyes, Christ girl.