Not even kind of. Hunter's scoff cuts off abruptly and his expression shifts to surprise.
"Uh...Thank you?" No one's ever said anything about his eyes before - except to point out how weird they were. Since he usually went about with a full mask on, most never even saw them. The color was not at all common.
He stalls on the introduction as well. He's not in the habit of giving his actual name. Not even the Coven Heads, many of whom he grew up around, called him by name. It was Golden Guard, or Sir, or Little Prince. But it seems all of that is worthless here. So he nods. "Hunter."
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"Uh...Thank you?" No one's ever said anything about his eyes before - except to point out how weird they were. Since he usually went about with a full mask on, most never even saw them. The color was not at all common.
He stalls on the introduction as well. He's not in the habit of giving his actual name. Not even the Coven Heads, many of whom he grew up around, called him by name. It was Golden Guard, or Sir, or Little Prince. But it seems all of that is worthless here. So he nods. "Hunter."