Words that knock hollow against his ribs, knifey-winged butterflies in his gut. No way of telling how much stock one should put in the words of a veritable stranger, but the idea of it alone, that his sleeping body could be somewhere other than where he left it-- it isn't one he's particularly fond of.
For the moment he turns that thought aside, in favour of other things. Their more immediate concerns.]
Oh, hah! No. Nothing so dramatic as that. I usually ah, usually keep the right one covered.
[A vague motion of his taloned hand towards the bloody sclera of his right eye, mere moments before he turns his head. He casts his gaze about the wide open stone streets, the tall rock spires into which dwellings have been carved, the buzz and thrum of the morning crowd that surrounds them. Tries picking out a quieter spot where they could experiment in relative peace...but only succeeds in catching the eye of one of the Monsters who'd shoved him in this direction to begin with. She motions at him with her sleek, scaled hands, expression encouraging, clearly believing the two of them have hit it off--
--Julian sighs. Turns back towards the Witch at his side.]
Under usual circumstances the sight of it would cause a good deal of alarm but um...considering all these other monstrous changes, I doubt anyone will notice, eh?
[Again there's the lightning-strike of his smile, good natured, before he continues on.]
But I am so inclined. To test ourselves out, I mean. Think it'd cause too much of a ruckus? Or ah...perhaps they'll take it for, you know...some kind of matching display?
[They’d been quick enough to try and pair him off, after all.]
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Words that knock hollow against his ribs, knifey-winged butterflies in his gut. No way of telling how much stock one should put in the words of a veritable stranger, but the idea of it alone, that his sleeping body could be somewhere other than where he left it-- it isn't one he's particularly fond of.
For the moment he turns that thought aside, in favour of other things. Their more immediate concerns.]
Oh, hah! No. Nothing so dramatic as that. I usually ah, usually keep the right one covered.
[A vague motion of his taloned hand towards the bloody sclera of his right eye, mere moments before he turns his head. He casts his gaze about the wide open stone streets, the tall rock spires into which dwellings have been carved, the buzz and thrum of the morning crowd that surrounds them. Tries picking out a quieter spot where they could experiment in relative peace...but only succeeds in catching the eye of one of the Monsters who'd shoved him in this direction to begin with. She motions at him with her sleek, scaled hands, expression encouraging, clearly believing the two of them have hit it off--
--Julian sighs. Turns back towards the Witch at his side.]
Under usual circumstances the sight of it would cause a good deal of alarm but um...considering all these other monstrous changes, I doubt anyone will notice, eh?
[Again there's the lightning-strike of his smile, good natured, before he continues on.]
But I am so inclined. To test ourselves out, I mean. Think it'd cause too much of a ruckus? Or ah...perhaps they'll take it for, you know...some kind of matching display?
[They’d been quick enough to try and pair him off, after all.]