That's gross. [ You know, maybe not the words to pick after 'it's homey', but also: that's gross. The first thing to mind and out of his mouth. It's not a strong reaction, no scrunching of his nose or anything, but he does look at the man, as if this detail about his home world deserves it.
One look, and then back on the path, tree canopies rustling lightly above their heads. ]
What kind of life is that?
[ Vague, perhaps, but he isn't sure how else to phrase it. What kind of life does one have where walking skeletons and viscera are painted as the norm? ]
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One look, and then back on the path, tree canopies rustling lightly above their heads. ]
What kind of life is that?
[ Vague, perhaps, but he isn't sure how else to phrase it. What kind of life does one have where walking skeletons and viscera are painted as the norm? ]