( you didn't like the post, but you're getting a surprise jester anyway ! ) the blue tiefling's eyes cross, staring down the slope of her nose and she sticks out her forked tongue. wriggling it a little, she tries to talk around the strange gesture she's now committed to. "do's your tongue loo' like dis?"
     bright eyes search the girlâs face beyond silly expression , and the corners of demaâs lips cannot suppress the smile that gently tugs to create dimples along cheeks. snakes pull themselves over shoulders to observe the tiefling , and twist their heads to look at dema as if waiting for an answer.
     a sigh of defeat ; sheâs been outnumbered. eyes cross similarly , pupils expanding to more than mere slits in concentration as tongue creeps quickly past teeth to display itself. same forked shape , though snake-like genes that dema possesses gives hers more of a narrower , longer shape ; black in color. she hides it away again before speaking , but the tone of her voice is nothing less than entertained.
      â oh , yeah - wouldâja lookâit that. you couldâa been one of us. â