[littl3chocobo]

he barked a laugh. "when i was still the 'poor crazy white kid' i lived in my mother's apartment in the poorer part of town, one of my repeats wanted a charm to make her rich sugardaddy give her a fine apartment in the middle of the city. i will not lie, i too wanted a lover to buy me a fine red apartment with mirrors and glass and wood and silk everywhere, but as a man i lack the 'assets' to acquire such things and my mother taught me never to abuse the loa's generosity so i contented myself with stories of this man with rich red hair like blood, fine white skin like porcelain and eyes like stone. i met this mysterious man when my customer tried to take his hair for a charm." he blushed. "he came to break my arm i ended up breaking their union. he likes to collect odd things as it turns out."