Well, I have never thought this could work, stone. But he was different. He spoke Dwarven. He hanged out in dwarf bars. He even got our jokes. (I have always suspected he laughed because of wrong reasons though...) Oh, and he looked stone normal. Not as tall as other elves. If he wore three layers of fur, hid his ears, made his skin dirty and kept his mouth shut he could *almost* pass for a proper dwarf. Stone, he would have never made his skin dirty though. Or, for the matter, kept his mouth shut... Ever.
I sent him a Valentine's card four years ago. I did not sign it. Next time I saw him in a dwarf bar he came right to me. Smart ass. How did he, stone, know? I appreciated he did not try to elvish hint on something but said straight he was seeing someone else. Still, made me angry; dwarfs never get sad.
A year later I got a Valentine's card. Not signed. But I knew from whom it was! (To be fair, it did not require elvish intelligence, considering it mentioned my card from a year earlier, stone...) It made me not-angry; dwarfs never get happy.
Since then we spend every Valentine's day in the best way possible: working together! Although when we "work together" it looks like this:
Oh, well. He could use "Race Change (Dwarf)", but would he then appreciate a good fist fight at a dwarf school, or the taste of a properly burnt mutton stew, or working so hard, you get stone tired at the end of a Valentine's day? We are different, is is fine, stone. At least I don't have to read all the boring elvish books.
Which would have made me really angry.
Character: Dwerg