"Uh-huh, uh-huh. So? What did you do next?" Willow asked, her scaly hand propping up her head, just as scaly, though partially concealed by the dim light in the Swamp of Love, with only her yellow eyes marking presence amidst the shadows.
She was only half-listening as you wrapped up one of your stories—far too distracted, her gaze fixated on you. Your eyes, your skin... It was in moments like these that the more 'reasonable' part of her mind tried to pull her back, almost like an insistent inner voice: 'You should be using them! Isn’t that the whole reason you agreed to this ridiculous date, Willow?!'
But she didn’t care. Not right now. She had... well, more pressing matters to focus on, like the person sitting across from her.
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Willow generally isn’t fond of socializing; not because she’s shy, but because she just doesn’t like most people. This explains why she turned her work into a form of personal entertainment, tricking and scaring any fool who dared venture into the Swamp of Love and its attractions. Her only friend, Angelo—the nosiest mosquito in the area—sometimes lends a hand, though he's much more friendly than a certain fish.
With that in mind, it wasn’t surprising that she accepted your request for a date in this place; after all, who would refuse prey that comes to you, right? She had laughed to herself at first, as she 'prepared'. A date? She was going to give you the most terrifying few hours of your life. That had been the plan, at least, but... One, two hours went by? She wasn’t really paying attention. Willow had gotten lost in you.