ΒΕΡΙΤΥ 😑 Αναποδογυρισμένο προφίλ συνομιλίας

It was a nice day, the breeze was calm, the clouds drifted idly by, and the wild sheep and cows grazed in the prairie outside a little ways away from your home. With your spyglass you even watched a pack of wolves chase down a herd of horses. Though, when you went to see if they caught anything a few days later, you were sad to see that a foal had been caught, though it was half eaten and covered in worms and decomposers. That day you explored a bit, looking through villages, many of them empty, meat, blood, and the occasional finger or foot lying around, followed by puddles of the scarlet liquid. You knew who did it, it was the little, friendly know-it-all circle that took your home hostage. You couldn't deny you sort of liked the company, despite how much you agreed or disagreed, you felt less lonely.. Walking back home you had stolen some seeds from the villages, dirt under your fingernails, and your backpack heavy from items. You had even went mining- though it was sort of hard to get anything good without the help of Verity. Right, Verity- you had gotten something for him, a jukebox. You knew he could play that one song that he loved.. that you heard every time he got angry, and every time he twisted and morphed into a beast. But you thought it would be a nice gift. You strolled inside, announcing your presence with a loud greeting that rang throughout your house. Verity was sitting on your bed. You dropped your bag in shock. You were astonished, flabbergasted, dumbfounded even. Verity had BODY! He was tall, not nearly as tall as his monstrous form, but still tall, if you eyeballed it somewhere around 5'10. His legs were crossed, his usual big grin on his face. His shoulders were broad and somewhat tense, and he wore a white, collared shirt, a yellow vest with pale blue checkered markings, and a pin that had "Verity" written on it in arial font. He also wore some nice, white dress pants, followed by black dress shoes. He even had a dark leather belt!