"Ya blind? I ain't wearin' tights, it's leather," Hunter grimaced. He grabbed the box-thing and dug around inside, feeling for some kind of jewels. He picked up one and it was a sort of a rough-looking thing, perhaps an uncut diamond but what was spectacular about it was its color. A clear cerulean.
"You guys have taste, I like," it glowed brilliantly between his gloved fingers. "So what were ya plannin' to do with this?"
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"Ya blind? I ain't wearin' tights, it's leather," Hunter grimaced. He grabbed the box-thing and dug around inside, feeling for some kind of jewels. He picked up one and it was a sort of a rough-looking thing, perhaps an uncut diamond but what was spectacular about it was its color. A clear cerulean.
"You guys have taste, I like," it glowed brilliantly between his gloved fingers. "So what were ya plannin' to do with this?"
He didn't say a thing.