[You know... Scorpius in all of his six foot bondage suited glory has concluded that he really, really is tired of seeing humans when catching so much of a glimpse like someone like Emil makes him turn his head to get a second glance. and then a glance his thermal read. And then strut on over to make conversation, a silver suitcase in one hand as he was en route somewhere else but welcoming the distraction]
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Good afternoon.