[ holding up Levania's just like touching the shell of a beetle. No body temperature, more little ridges than he looks. ]
Ugh.
[ who knew Dreamers came in perfectly cane-sized... his instinctual need for not falling flat on his face outpaces his brain-- and when that catches up, he lurches away from her like La Pucelle's a hot stove. ]
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Ugh.
[ who knew Dreamers came in perfectly cane-sized... his instinctual need for not falling flat on his face outpaces his brain-- and when that catches up, he lurches away from her like La Pucelle's a hot stove. ]
Do not touch me. I'm fine.