[Amizeth takes a moment to do one final squeeze at the end of his obnoxiously long hair before tossing it behind him and looking over at Noah. He hadn’t seen anyone up until now, so actually spotting someone was a relief.
He hadn’t just been transported to some abandoned park.]
Mostly. You wouldn’t happen to have a comb on you?
Noah! Noah Ebalon. Just "Noah" is fine. [He beams, rocking back on his heels. They are very high heels.] Hey, you didn't come from the lake, did you? Just out of curiosity.
My son….
He hadn’t just been transported to some abandoned park.]
Mostly. You wouldn’t happen to have a comb on you?
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[Ferris wheel cars... are cabins. Kind of. Noah's using that word and he's not changing it.]
It's a little comb, though, so I hope you don't mind. It's probably not meant for hair as long as yours is.
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[He made a rather dramatic sigh before leaning back against the table and looking Noah over.]
Thank you nonetheless.
[This whole place was strange. The masks were strange. At least there was a somewhat... normal person here. He wouldn't make his judgment just yet.]
My name is Amizeth, and you are?
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Noah! Noah Ebalon. Just "Noah" is fine. [He beams, rocking back on his heels. They are very high heels.] Hey, you didn't come from the lake, did you? Just out of curiosity.