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“Reckon you’re glad nobody saw that.”
    Again I gritted my teeth in irritation and paused in my tracks. Letting out an exasperated sigh and mustering a hostile smile, I turned to face whatever absolute asinine lunatic was out in the rain on this godawful night. A single glance at this newcomer and I was filled with dread – it was him, of all people.
    I was face-to-face with the most disheveled young gypsy I had seen in ages, dressed in a dirtied suit that was no doubt stolen from a nobleman. My immediate reaction was to take a few steps back, yet I was too mortified to move. Gangling and painfully scrawny, yet nearly as tall as I – he was like a spindly cellar spider. His peculiarly wine-colored, chin-length hair – which he very obviously cut himself, for the ends were frayed and jagged – was completely soaked with rain and plastered to his thin, sharp features. Regardless of the darkness the fog had submerged us in, I could see his porcelain-white, gaunt face plainly – he was just that ashen. Despite my annoyance, I had to silently admire that the rumors had made no exaggeration: Though he frankly looked as if he had just survived the plague, he held himself in the most ridiculously campy, theatrical pose I had ever seen in my life, with a hand on the hip he jutted out and his head cocked in a farcical attempt at appearing coy.
    “Fancy seeing another venturesome creature of the night out and about, luv!”
    Bearing a vacuous, ear-to-ear grin, he dropped his cadaverous body into a nauseatingly cheesy bow. I refused to return his smile.
    “What – in God’s name–” I inhaled and exhaled deeply. “–are you doing here?”
    “Heard of me, have ya?” His stupid grin only seemed to grow, much to my dismay. “Well – who hasn’t? I am a rather illustrious star, if I do say so myself!”
    The temptation to drop Amy and throttle him was unbearable in every sense of the word.
    “You are a vagrant,” I corrected him curtly. “a vagrant who makes a living by ruthlessly goading strangers into throwing gold at you.”
    “So you have heard of me!” He snickered and clapped his spidery hand onto my shoulder. He was so unsettlingly close I could feel his hot breath in my face. “Though might I make a quick – ahem – correction: I also get my income from concerned mothers who hope I’ll have a bit of decency and leave their pretty daughters alone!”
    For a good fifteen seconds he stood there, sniggering at his own fatuous jest like a brainless idiot, perhaps in hopes that I would join in. I did not.
“Eheheh…ahem. That’s not funny.” he continued ruefully as he removed his hand and stepped aside, tilting his head at me. “Well, then, angelface. To, ah, turn your question around a smidgen, what are you doing out here?”

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Finally got around to making a complete design for this beautiful bastard! First time drawing in this kind of style, it's inspired by the dude in Snobbism - really wanted to make him look like an exaggerated cartoon villain while still keeping that anime look. : D

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“Reckon you’re glad nobody saw that.”
    Again I gritted my teeth in irritation and paused in my tracks. Letting out an exasperated sigh and mustering a hostile smile, I turned to face whatever absolute asinine lunatic was out in the rain on this godawful night. A single glance at this newcomer and I was filled with dread – it was him, of all people.
    I was face-to-face with the most disheveled young gypsy I had seen in ages, dressed in a dirtied suit that was no doubt stolen from a nobleman. My immediate reaction was to take a few steps back, yet I was too mortified to move. Gangling and painfully scrawny, yet nearly as tall as I – he was like a spindly cellar spider. His peculiarly wine-colored, chin-length hair – which he very obviously cut himself, for the ends were frayed and jagged – was completely soaked with rain and plastered to his thin, sharp features. Regardless of the darkness the fog had submerged us in, I could see his porcelain-white, gaunt face plainly – he was just that ashen. Despite my annoyance, I had to silently admire that the rumors had made no exaggeration: Though he frankly looked as if he had just survived the plague, he held himself in the most ridiculously campy, theatrical pose I had ever seen in my life, with a hand on the hip he jutted out and his head cocked in a farcical attempt at appearing coy.
    “Fancy seeing another venturesome creature of the night out and about, luv!”
    Bearing a vacuous, ear-to-ear grin, he dropped his cadaverous body into a nauseatingly cheesy bow. I refused to return his smile.
    “What – in God’s name–” I inhaled and exhaled deeply. “–are you doing here?”
    “Heard of me, have ya?” His stupid grin only seemed to grow, much to my dismay. “Well – who hasn’t? I am a rather illustrious star, if I do say so myself!”
    The temptation to drop Amy and throttle him was unbearable in every sense of the word.
    “You are a vagrant,” I corrected him curtly. “a vagrant who makes a living by ruthlessly goading strangers into throwing gold at you.”
    “So you have heard of me!” He snickered and clapped his spidery hand onto my shoulder. He was so unsettlingly close I could feel his hot breath in my face. “Though might I make a quick – ahem – correction: I also get my income from concerned mothers who hope I’ll have a bit of decency and leave their pretty daughters alone!”
    For a good fifteen seconds he stood there, sniggering at his own fatuous jest like a brainless idiot, perhaps in hopes that I would join in. I did not.
“Eheheh…ahem. That’s not funny.” he continued ruefully as he removed his hand and stepped aside, tilting his head at me. “Well, then, angelface. To, ah, turn your question around a smidgen, what are you doing out here?”

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Finally got around to making a complete design for this beautiful bastard! First time drawing in this kind of style, it's inspired by the dude in Snobbism - really wanted to make him look like an exaggerated cartoon villain while still keeping that anime look. : D