[Briar knows the scent of blood. She knows its shape, and how it's different from TV blood (old), TV blood (recent), and things in glossy magazines. Blood isn't really all that vibrant. It's got the same consistency as water, before it starts to dry. It's not like paint or syrup, though Briar has had much more experience with real blood than either paint or syrup. But she knows what those things look like. She's read magazines.]
[(She assumes that paint is somewhat chunky.)]
[This strange woman with her strange hair and odd-colored skin has real blood on her. In an attempt to present as normal, Briar refocuses her gaze, standing straight rather than slouching. If you look like a prey animal, you'll flight more than fight.] Are you a butcher?
[Briar sees blood and thinks people, but she knows that's not what a normal person is supposed to think. She's not sure she really wants to be normal, but she'd like the option.]
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[(She assumes that paint is somewhat chunky.)]
[This strange woman with her strange hair and odd-colored skin has real blood on her. In an attempt to present as normal, Briar refocuses her gaze, standing straight rather than slouching. If you look like a prey animal, you'll flight more than fight.] Are you a butcher?
[Briar sees blood and thinks people, but she knows that's not what a normal person is supposed to think. She's not sure she really wants to be normal, but she'd like the option.]