[He picks it up carefully, before sliding it over his horns, his messy curls and his head, leaving it to come to rest loosely on the collar of his shirt. His fingers slide over the beads, enjoying the sight of purple right next to right.]
Ain't got no idea all how jazzed this makes me being.
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[He picks it up carefully, before sliding it over his horns, his messy curls and his head, leaving it to come to rest loosely on the collar of his shirt. His fingers slide over the beads, enjoying the sight of purple right next to right.]
Ain't got no idea all how jazzed this makes me being.