[Vic's flank twitches and shivers in a very horselike way at the touch, like a fly landed on him. His hooves shift, scuffing the sand up, as he restrains the equine desire to shy away.]
Bro I dunno what's possible or not, don't ask me. Uh. I'm Vic.
[Vic really doesn't want to dwell on the topic of where mysterious tea and cakes come from! People won't like him if they know, he is dead certain of this. He has to be swole and masc and hide his power, even if it's useful sometimes.
Despite his size and his ability to grow a mildly sketchy soul patch, there's a young aspect to this centaur. 'Late teens' really. Something about his hands and hooves suggests, alarmingly, that he might not actually be at his full height yet.]
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Bro I dunno what's possible or not, don't ask me. Uh. I'm Vic.
[Vic really doesn't want to dwell on the topic of where mysterious tea and cakes come from! People won't like him if they know, he is dead certain of this. He has to be swole and masc and hide his power, even if it's useful sometimes.
Despite his size and his ability to grow a mildly sketchy soul patch, there's a young aspect to this centaur. 'Late teens' really. Something about his hands and hooves suggests, alarmingly, that he might not actually be at his full height yet.]