guest: Hi!!




Perimones: Hullo




guest: What's your name?




Perimones: -blink- Read the title. Lazy bum




guest: …That was quite rude




Perimones: I could say the same 'bout you, bursting into my room uninvited like that




guest: 'm sorry. I'd really like to get to know you better. Answer my questions?




Perimones: -frown- If it'll make you leave any sooner, sure




guest: Okay! What's your favorite colour?




Perimones: What a hurtful question. Being blind and all, the concept of colour isn't something I hold of great importance



guest: You're blind? I can hardly tell! You've got no scars to show for it…




Perimones: -disgusted look- I was born blind. People readily assume coming to be blind is a token of some great battle?



guest: Well…yes. I mean, that's what's usually the case, isn't it? The lupes I've seen are usually loners, with their parents dead and left to fend for themselves. They've got some sort of special colours or markings, and maybe even unique powers. Some have even got wings and … –rant rant-


Perimones: -interrupts- Excuse me? What kind of creature are we talking about here? Unless they've got some serious birth defect of something, I doubt there are that many poor souls like that. I think you've been having too much sugar. That sort of thing can addle your mind quite badly


guest: I think I've just been insulted. What about your brothers then, Akrous and Uroc? They've got these weird markings too! What do you have to say 'bout that, eh? -triumphant smirk-



Perimones: Sorry to say, but they're not quite right in the head. No more than you are, to say the least. Both have a base fur colour of blue, and the rest is 'Sharpie Makeover!!'s' doing. Which means they doodled all over each others faces and Dad took a picture of them looking ridiculous


guest: And how would you know? Being blind and all?




Perimones: You think I'm lying then? I'm blind, not deaf. I'm sure everyone within a couple miles' radius could hear the racket going on in there



guest: …You know what? I think I'm getting tired of being bashed around and looked down upon. I think I'll go now




Perimones: I'm not stopping you




guest: …Don't you even want to say goodbye?




Perimones: Not really




guest: Well, I'm nicer then you are. Goodbye, Perimones




Perimones: Good riddance




guest: Now that was rude




Perimones: Do you expect me to change for the likes of you?




guest: No, but you could--




Perimones: Stop stalling and get out!




guest: Okay, okay -scowl-

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