[ It's good, that Eridanus preempts Lucius' reply. The answer is already on his tongue, its tip pressed to the roof of his mouth as he takes a step toward Eridanus. The looseness of that robe makes Lucius want nothing more than to pull it openβbut then Eridanus nods his head away from him, and Lucius glances in the indicated direction with a raised eyebrow.
He is distracted, after that.
As Lucius makes his way to the stand, his whip-tail unfurls behind him, swimming with an idle swaying motion that is both unlike and entirely too similar to the language of his manticore's tail. He circles the armor where it stands, and his grinning face seems anything but displeased. ]
Funny, that it would suit my form so much better than yours now! [ He laughs, the curling tip of his tail reaching for one greave as if it were an appraising hand. ]
mood tbh
He is distracted, after that.
As Lucius makes his way to the stand, his whip-tail unfurls behind him, swimming with an idle swaying motion that is both unlike and entirely too similar to the language of his manticore's tail. He circles the armor where it stands, and his grinning face seems anything but displeased. ]
Funny, that it would suit my form so much better than yours now! [ He laughs, the curling tip of his tail reaching for one greave as if it were an appraising hand. ]