[SE] it ain't hard

are you telling this story or am I?

Maybe, Fiadh says, though the tone of her voice still suggests she's complaining about it, the serpent coiling around Remi's remaining fingers before making her way up and around his neck and shoulders. A forked tongue flickers out to taste the air and kiss his cheek in thanks, before the head-end of the boomslang nestles in Remi's curls while the rest remains as a rather fetching green scarf.

I don't think so. You ever been out here before? Da said people come here to make shady deals, an' you can find people who'll sell you ThirdEye for next to nothin'. Still cheaper to go an' prick yourself on a Dream Cactus, I reckon. Fiadh's tongue flicks out again, but evidently she finds nothing of interest.

Fiadh