Dialogue Color Code: #a23bec
Azalea stood there, just staring at the male before her as she listened to his words. This can't be real, this has got to be some sort of prank, some sort of joke. At his last words she gave a soft smirk and finally spoke up. "So, you're really a genie?" she questioned with an unbelieving tone.
The red head felt completely insane. But as she stood there it began to make sense. She could remember the couple pictures her grandmother showed her when she was around her age and in one way or another the man standing before him were in them. How else would he still look the exact same way almost sixty years later? But still, she wasn't going to give in too easily. For all she knew he could still be someone else, someone who just looked like the Bryson guy her grandmother used to talk about. But if Grandma Azalea did have a genie, why wouldn't she have told her about it? The female sighed as all these questions stirred through her mind as she waited for the male's answer.
She nervously slid her hands into her back pockets and shifted half her weight onto her left leg as she bent her right knee a bit and tilted her head as she listened to the "genie", hoping that his answer would explain a bit more in order for her to make her true decision on if she could truly believe him or if she had to call the cops.
Though as she finally took note on the clothing he was wearing, she couldn't help but to just let out a soft chuckle in the middle of him speaking. His clothes were tacky, he looked like a belly dancer and that's all that seemed to pop into her head at that moment. "I'm sorry...it's just...your clothes man..." she stated, hoping that she hadn't hurt his feeling by her remark, but honestly it was the truth. She thought his clothes were hideous!