[That sort of makes sense. He takes another bite of the apple.]
My princess is . . . red. [He touches the fur on the back of his mask, then pulls it back slightly to reveal his own darker hair underneath.] Like fire, here. Just one, though. Not so many.
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[That sort of makes sense. He takes another bite of the apple.]
My princess is . . . red. [He touches the fur on the back of his mask, then pulls it back slightly to reveal his own darker hair underneath.] Like fire, here. Just one, though. Not so many.