OOC: Beats the hell out of me, it does.
IC:
Arrack noticed the Lulukalike was still staring at him. He decided to just drop the normal act and lowered his hood completely, leaving only his blood soaked throat covered by his turtleneck sweather. He noticed a bizarre maskless Slig acting like a Slog and barking and snarling hostily at him. It must be the disgusting smell of what lay underneath his mask. He looked again at the Lulukalike and replied to him in a friendly fashion;
"Nice pet. Sorry about him, I haven't washed my face in a while. I'll drop the slang, my friend. Thanks for telling me that. Where do you sleep? I could use somewhere to fall back on, just in case I got bitten by rabid Ratz or something and needed to nurse my wounds. Also, are you related to that Lulu guy?"
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