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On this night the inn wasn't nearly as busy as it usually was, yet it still managed to be just as loud. It was a men's night, you could say, when weary husbands and tired farmers came and drowned the day's events away pint after pint. After pint after pint after pint. Praying they would be senseless by the time they had to return home to their nagging wives. It was a man's night and the next thing to walk through the inn's doors was far from being considered a "man".
The boy, appearing to barely be sixteen years of age and standing only 5' 4", didn't turn many heads. They were accustomed to the youth coming in a trying to fit in with the men. He walked with an odd strut in his step, smooth and almost feminine, looking very comfortable with himself despite the fact that he wore suffocatingly tight black leather pants. His movements fluttered the sheer, white shirt he wore over a form-hugging white tanktop, a strange choice in apparel considering the chilly weather outside. And he did, indeed, look very cold without any fat on his body to keep him insulated. He was thin and pale for a boy of his time and looked nothing like the working class.
Teeth chattering between plump rosy lips, beginning to turn purple, he took a seat as close to the roaring fire as he could, hugging himself tightly. As the barmaid approached, he lowered his eyes, hiding them between long black lashes and a veil of blonde, brown, and black hair. He wasn't one to brag, but he knew his eyes were distracting. And all he wanted was a drink, not for this woman to coo over his peepers. The woman stared at him for a moment, puzzled by his youth, then ran off to get his order.
Finding the coast clear now, he looked up and around the room with eyes that were indeed quite beautiful. From the pupil they started out a dark sea blue and faded out into a crystal sky blue, ending in an abrupt ring of dark smokey blue, almost black, around the iris. Contrasting the blue just as much as his rosy lips contrasted against his pale skin were shards of a sharp emerald green streaking through the blue. Laced in long black lashes, it was no wonder he hid his eyes from the barmaid. But he longed for someone to talk to, really. He was a very social young man and hadn't spoken with much of anyone since he had left his "school". But all around him were middle-aged and drunk men. No one that would want to talk to a boy his age and stature. </font></center>
