"Who the..." Vox glances around. "..palmtree are you?" Unless the social norm was to pick a type of weather? Frowning, Vox tries to smoothly recover. "Er, I mean, who the hyper-hydrous-vapor-content are you?"
Yeah, that sounded a lot better. Surely that was right.
Still waving, as far as he'd seen the wave had to be accepted before one could stop, Vox beams, revealing teeth that went together about as well as tertiary colours on the colour wheel, or like whole-grain wheat and cacti. "I'm a member of the Family!" No doubt Vox' voice would sound familiar, Tal have head it in his head a time or two (or 6).
Yeah, that sounded a lot better. Surely that was right.
Still waving, as far as he'd seen the wave had to be accepted before one could stop, Vox beams, revealing teeth that went together about as well as tertiary colours on the colour wheel, or like whole-grain wheat and cacti. "I'm a member of the Family!" No doubt Vox' voice would sound familiar, Tal have head it in his head a time or two (or 6).
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