[She's cute, he likes her. Somehow managing to avoid many of the obvious jokes, he holds his phone out at arm's length, then reaches into his long coat. Hand dipping into the inner pocket, he withdraws it to reveal a teeny nine-headed hydra.]
[Seven of the heads focus on the phone, and thus Aerith; the last two are busy vigorously butting against each other.]
Behold he, Slayer of Fingers, Wielder of the Short Attention Span, and Emissary of the Ninefold Hiss, Typhon.
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[Seven of the heads focus on the phone, and thus Aerith; the last two are busy vigorously butting against each other.]
Behold he, Slayer of Fingers, Wielder of the Short Attention Span, and Emissary of the Ninefold Hiss, Typhon.