(´｡• ᵕ •｡`) | #notmychurch @celestial-pyre
Nothing made sense. It rarely did, when he was involved. One second, he was trying to remove his defective Eldritch-puppet-nun from twitching out and tumble over the railing, the next, he took a wrong step and materialized in an entirely different place.
“Huh?”, he mumbled in response to her request, sounding equally distraught and confused. Squeeze, squeeze...well, upon further assessment, her thighs felt fleshy and plump. Definitely not clay. And she was capable of speech and not just otherworldly gurgles. Pretty cute too, but let’s not get sidetracked.
“Ah, shit- you’re not- this isn’t- er. Ahem.”
Quick, he had to come up with an excuse. And maybe settle her down too, before it came off as sexual harassment...With the deadpan of a man who was pretending to know what he was doing, he took a few steps away from where she was originally placed, aiming to set her down elsewhere, though he never really did go through with it. He was too busy playing it cool.
“A rat. There is a rat running around. You, uh- wouldn’t want to catch something, right?”
