[The Drifter can't fully process that for several long moments, scrutinizing him quizzically. That sort of reaction is a first on several levels, to the point where they simply don't have it in them to be offended.
They rub at the smear of pink across the front of their mantle, pulling it a bit more securely over their mouth.]
no subject
They rub at the smear of pink across the front of their mantle, pulling it a bit more securely over their mouth.]
no cure.