[Nandor's excitement builds quickly, a ferocious and triumphant growl in his voice. He is genuinely terribly excited, because an office friendship is all he's ever wanted.
Especially with someone handsome who says nice things, even if he has the putrid stink of organised religion upon him. Nobody's perfect. Except Nandor, who girlishly brushes his hair behind his ears.]
Do you really think so? It is from my homeland, Al Qolnidar.
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[Nandor's excitement builds quickly, a ferocious and triumphant growl in his voice. He is genuinely terribly excited, because an office friendship is all he's ever wanted.
Especially with someone handsome who says nice things, even if he has the putrid stink of organised religion upon him. Nobody's perfect. Except Nandor, who girlishly brushes his hair behind his ears.]
Do you really think so? It is from my homeland, Al Qolnidar.