[ Otus' eyes widen at the little hand, reaching out to help him. A white mask? With horns? And they're so small. It's hard to tell what they're thinking, but...
It's a hesitant hand that reaches up. That looks like it wants to help. His shoulders sag a bit-- the help would be so nice...and there's nothing alarming about the little being in from of him, other than not knowing who he is.
A soft little 'hoo' and a hesitant nod reveals his arm to the little creature. Yep. There's needles. Otus the cacti. That'd what Geddy'd call him, if he were here. ]
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It's a hesitant hand that reaches up. That looks like it wants to help. His shoulders sag a bit-- the help would be so nice...and there's nothing alarming about the little being in from of him, other than not knowing who he is.
A soft little 'hoo' and a hesitant nod reveals his arm to the little creature. Yep. There's needles. Otus the cacti. That'd what Geddy'd call him, if he were here. ]