[ Necromancy! It might take her a moment to place the culprit, because he looks like nothing much: just a middle-aged guy in a black coat, following behind the skeleton cleanup crew and chatting with bystanders.
Then he spots her, tentacles and all, and his gaze hangs on her for a beat. There's no revulsion in his all-black eyes: just a faintly bemused interest, a crinkling of the brow like he's looking into her and puzzled by what he sees.
Once that moment has hung long enough to go awkward, he tips his head in hello. ]
Don't mind us. My friends here are lending a quick hand.
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Then he spots her, tentacles and all, and his gaze hangs on her for a beat. There's no revulsion in his all-black eyes: just a faintly bemused interest, a crinkling of the brow like he's looking into her and puzzled by what he sees.
Once that moment has hung long enough to go awkward, he tips his head in hello. ]
Don't mind us. My friends here are lending a quick hand.