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@elsecall.

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( x, let's see if i can wrap this up without another 100 comments )

Fair enough. Although I suspect the woman I'm currently writing to is a special case, regardless.

[ He thinks she's special, too!!! ]

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I can acknowledge how — objectively — a scar might appear ruggedly handsome.

[ To some. To most, maybe. ]

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[ —He can't even be offended anymore, honestly. At this point, it's predictable. ]

You don't enjoy rugged, I take it.

[ brb getting a haircut and shaving his face immediately ]

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I honestly couldn't say that I have a preference.

[ Sorry. :c ]

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Really? No opinion at all?

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[ Hold, please, while she decides whether it's worth her time to quibble over the difference between an opinion and a preference. ]

I appreciate polish. And yet, I'd like to think I'm not so inflexible as to consider polish and ruggedness to be entirely mutually exclusive.

[ There — an opinion that doesn't quite map onto a preference. Much tidier than quibbling it. ]

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Ah, so that's your type. Polished men.

[ ... ]

No wonder you haven't had much luck among the Alethi.

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[ — Storms, but she both hates and loves to be so provoked. Luckily, in writing, she can avoid too quick and too temperamental a response. ]

I don't have a type.

[ Says the woman who very demonstrably in this very moment has a type. ]

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Come on. Everyone has a type.

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[ ...Fine, correction: ]

I haven't got a type when it comes appearances.

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So you're admitting, with written proof, that you do have a type.

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A shrewd man once told me that everyone has a type.

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Ooh. He sounds very wise indeed.

Let me guess. 'No dummies allowed'.

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That depends entirely on whether the dummy can be taught.

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[ Don't get him all hot for teacher right now. ]

Yeah, that's the same quality I look for in a dog, too.

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What about yours?

[ And — actually — before he can give her the runaround, she adds: ]

Your type.

[ Quid pro quo, mon ami. ]

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I spent the last 67 years conversing with gestrals. I'm just lucky if someone is human.

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Try again.

[ There's no way she's letting him get away with that answer. ]

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Intelligent. Nice hands.

I do feel the need to mention 'human' again.

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Nice hands?

[ She should really poke and prod at this human protest some more, but she'll wait until she has a better on-ramp. It's not that she disagrees, it's just — it feels a bit overstated. And then there's the concern that maybe he'll think less of Renarin for...

Well. There's no need to get protective about something that hasn't happened yet. ]

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Is that so deviant?

[ —Well. Maybe it is here. ]

We don't see hands the same way in Lumière.

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Deviant? No — but you were the one making a fuss about being gentlemanly, earlier.

[ And he basically just wrote the Alethi equivalent of I'm an ass man, myself. ]

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[ ...................... ]

You should know that in Lumière, hands are a very classy thing to be into.

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If you say so.

[ It's not as though she can fact check him. ]

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Never mind. I hate hands.