#lord-overlips

However, it is light catching the holographic coating of various shapes that makes him lean back out his door to look at the strange ... mail that if he were a more social fellow he would write off as a secret admirer. Digits pinching a corner to peel off his door and inspect, a glance up both ends of the hallways, and he's pulling up the last 12 hours of security feed while he goes and finds a letter opener, and a bucket, in case this has any glitter inside it...

"Hello, sweetspark...." His lips curled in a broad, thoroughly pleased grin. "Fancy a game?"

Redstrike lifts a brow-plate and gives a small snicker. "It's hard to miss when it's nearly level to my optics. I'd compliment you on it, but I'm afraid you'd enjoy the spectacle too much." He mused, though there was no denial forth coming and his split tail flicked behind him with interest.

There was a mere moment of silence, the sounds of overlords surroundings being the only defening thing he could possibly hear for a minute. That was until It spoke, having recognised that call from the awkward encounter from- some point in its memory. It didn't quite understand why one such being would call for its company despite having been so strange towards it before? “One is here and everywhere at once. Dost thou have a query?”

"Also, price depends on how desperate you are to get a taste."

​"Absolutely not! I have no idea where that glossa of yours has been."

             “D-Do ye mind??” He was mentally praying the other didn’t hear that...