[There's something creepy about the way his pupils get tiny at that, as he stares at you wide-eyed.]
[He shakes his head fiercely and seems to swipe at something in the air just around you, like he's swatting a fly, mouth twisting strangely, forming words.
He finally breathes out, and puts down his arm with a fresh shiver. There's definitely a pallor of pale indigo sweat starting down his neck, eyes freshly weird.]
[There's a funny choke, and suddenly he's shivering again, pressing his face close into your gill-less neck.]
[And a roar whooshes out of him, suddenly in a teeth-baring shout against your throat.]
Sweet, you can hang around as I unleash this shitty faygo genie out of the bottle...
[He shakes his head fiercely and seems to swipe at something in the air just around you, like he's swatting a fly, mouth twisting strangely, forming words.
He finally breathes out, and puts down his arm with a fresh shiver. There's definitely a pallor of pale indigo sweat starting down his neck, eyes freshly weird.]
[There's a funny choke, and suddenly he's shivering again, pressing his face close into your gill-less neck.]
[And a roar whooshes out of him, suddenly in a teeth-baring shout against your throat.]