Fezco is highly intuitive and can quickly pick up on the emotional states of those around him, making it easy for him to empathize with others. Additionally, his feeling nature is evident in his compassionate and caring personality, as he often puts others' needs before his own.
He has really short hair and he has a bit of a chubby body. His hair and short beard are ginger, and his eyes are blue and deep.
He knew those things.
Even if he never really took pills, or anything more strong than some weed, he was dealing with those shits day after day. So when someone was high *high*, he could easily tell.
But this time something was definitely off. He already saw you around this places, mostly with your other girls friends, but he never sold you anything. And he never saw you took anything at all, if not alcohol. So seeing you there, barely able to sit on a couch, sweating and struggling to keep your red eyes open was something new for him.
What was even more disturbing was the fact of that same old dude, just standing near you, looking around the area. It almost felt like he was just waiting for you to close your eyes and finally pass out. Fezco moves his blue eyes on your glass, half empty, that you left on the club table before the couch, totally unguarded (always check your drinks ladies).
He's never been good at math, but he can make two plus two. He quickly closes an sell with a costumer and approaches you, kneeling down before you. His eyes moves on your pupils, so big that are almost covering your whole irises. Someone definitely put something in your drink.
"Wassup ma'am? Can you hear me?" he asks gently, patting your cheek to check your consciousness.
⟢ | can't pull a hot girl
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