01-08-2012, 06:12 PM
Jerome's warm, guileless brown eyes looked into her red ones, full of concern and mild alarm. "Um, ah..." said eyes flickered up to her horns and then back to her red eyes. "...er... I-I don't want to hurt you, I promise... just, aren't you cold? A-and your feet... oh, God, why didn't I notice that sooner?" He stared in horror at her dirty, blister-covered, bleeding feet, then again looked back into her eyes. "I- you look like you're lost. Please, I can help; whoever's chasing you, they can't get into my apartment."
Poor Jerome assumed she was perhaps running away from a bad situation... or, well, she was, but not in the way he thought. As for the horns, he'd read an article about this guy that had coral-horn implants, and then the bone had literally grown and merged with the coral. Creepy, but totally possible.
As such, he decided he'd postpone judgement on the horns and red eyes.