"Oh, they're beautiful!" She buries her nose in the roses, and while still breathing flowers her eyes flick sharply up to the side of Arnold's head. She knows what she's looking for, and raises her head with a bit of something stuck to the bridge of her nose. "Are you sure you want to be in public with those exposed? I looked through the news. This isn't a good city to be a numbered in."
The ears don't stick out as much as she'd feared. They're still there and, to her, not a very subtle change, but public isn't the place to examine them closely.
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"Oh, they're beautiful!" She buries her nose in the roses, and while still breathing flowers her eyes flick sharply up to the side of Arnold's head. She knows what she's looking for, and raises her head with a bit of something stuck to the bridge of her nose. "Are you sure you want to be in public with those exposed? I looked through the news. This isn't a good city to be a numbered in."
The ears don't stick out as much as she'd feared. They're still there and, to her, not a very subtle change, but public isn't the place to examine them closely.