come into my parlor

Slowly he combed through long, wet hair; the carved bone comb in his hands drawing out the tangles of bathing in the creek. The sheer amount of mud that happened with the rains was annoying, but at least the creek had swelled from the snow runoff and would stay swollen for a few weeks to come yet.

Gisel clicked in irritation as it snagged again, shifting around on the bank— and freezing as some weird… Scent… Came closer.

      The question had however, startled him, your English isn’t the best so he supposes gushing isn’t going to help him in any way— and thus he shall respond as simply as possible.

Did he... Know a Jay? He must have, at one point. Had he eaten him? This person smelt like decay. Which was both comforting and curious, but if he acted on either he might get his fingers burned...

Gisel sighed, relaxing by the fire pit as he watched the dyes for the silks cook in their bowls above the fire. It was hard to get certain colors when you’re limited to what you can find in your immediate area.

Absently, he tucked his legs closer to his thorax and reached out to bop the back of Vriska’s head.

-Why is she treating him like a kitten-

-…slowly scuttles over to her, head bowed so as not to be /that/ much taller than her-