Nevermind the purple of the dust, Lucilius's (likely useless) erstwhile rescuer is...also pretty purple. A riot of clashing color, solid red eyes, brightly and intricately tattooed, sporting two curling horns like a ram's on his head. He rocks on his heels as Lucilius speaks up, tail lashing a little, maintaining just-enough distance to be out of reach of certain new parties. But he's all loose limbs and smiles when he answers. Sharp-toothed and fast-talking. He spreads his hands out in front of him. You tell him, bud.]
Well! That all depends, now, doesn't it!
[He might be! He also might not be. It's brighter and more confident than he feels about this at the moment, but he can roll with it. And, because he actually has no idea what is going on and it probably wouldn't do to be too generous too quickly—]
Just what kind of helping would you be in the market for?
i. idek, lsd fun house seems on brand
Nevermind the purple of the dust, Lucilius's (likely useless) erstwhile rescuer is...also pretty purple. A riot of clashing color, solid red eyes, brightly and intricately tattooed, sporting two curling horns like a ram's on his head. He rocks on his heels as Lucilius speaks up, tail lashing a little, maintaining just-enough distance to be out of reach of certain new parties. But he's all loose limbs and smiles when he answers. Sharp-toothed and fast-talking. He spreads his hands out in front of him. You tell him, bud.]
Well! That all depends, now, doesn't it!
[He might be! He also might not be. It's brighter and more confident than he feels about this at the moment, but he can roll with it. And, because he actually has no idea what is going on and it probably wouldn't do to be too generous too quickly—]
Just what kind of helping would you be in the market for?