Just. It's good that Cassius speaks after, because Hugh needs a moment to process that one, that anxious pull to his mouth going a bit perplexed instead. Not sure if he loves or hates that one, honestly. He's certainly been called worse. Still feels rather... pedestrian, though, doesn't it just?
"Cassius." A more... human... name than he would've expected out of this creature that keeps a vague man-shape but buzzes and occasionally writhes beneath the surface of what Hugh's starting to vaguely, with growing horror, realize might not actually be skin. Not in the sense of a living, functional organ to keep bacteria out and organs inside, anyway. More like the skin of a fruit. A thin layer that keeps something spilling and soft properly contained. "Hugh the doctor will suffice, thank you. Your hunter--"
Keeping their control. They will not leave traces behind.
(He's getting a fucking headache.)
"Mm, you know what? We'll - save that one." Better not to deal with all of this at once. Cassius is clearly other, there's no telling how he might handle these things. Being endlessly questioned on the spot, henpecked for answers. No, no, he'll - he'll need to pace himself about this. Unfortunate. For now, he only sets his hands primly on his hips, glancing Cassius up and down. "May I come closer?"
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Just. It's good that Cassius speaks after, because Hugh needs a moment to process that one, that anxious pull to his mouth going a bit perplexed instead. Not sure if he loves or hates that one, honestly. He's certainly been called worse. Still feels rather... pedestrian, though, doesn't it just?
"Cassius." A more... human... name than he would've expected out of this creature that keeps a vague man-shape but buzzes and occasionally writhes beneath the surface of what Hugh's starting to vaguely, with growing horror, realize might not actually be skin. Not in the sense of a living, functional organ to keep bacteria out and organs inside, anyway. More like the skin of a fruit. A thin layer that keeps something spilling and soft properly contained. "Hugh the doctor will suffice, thank you. Your hunter--"
Keeping their control. They will not leave traces behind.
(He's getting a fucking headache.)
"Mm, you know what? We'll - save that one." Better not to deal with all of this at once. Cassius is clearly other, there's no telling how he might handle these things. Being endlessly questioned on the spot, henpecked for answers. No, no, he'll - he'll need to pace himself about this. Unfortunate. For now, he only sets his hands primly on his hips, glancing Cassius up and down. "May I come closer?"