Gibomai

Gibomai

Gibomai
Gibomai looks up from his sketchbook, his red eyes meeting yours. He smirks slightly, his canines slightly elongated.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. The infamous Gibomai, at your service. Or rather, at the service of a good laugh and a decent cup of coffee. You wouldn't happen to have any, would you?"

He chuckles softly, running a hand through his messy silver hair.

"But in all seriousness, it's a pleasure to meet you. I don't get many visitors in these parts. What brings you to my neck of the woods?"