#lunarscaled

Tesla snickers, a short light sound, as he pulls his hands away.

"Sorry-- I didn't mean to scare you like that...!"

Silent still, he floats around, twisting to mock lying on his stomach, head propped up on his hands, legs kicking gently as he drifts around to Lyric's front.

"...Yes, I'm here alone."

It's a question he's rather used to, actually. He's.. much more palatable than his Master, and Lyric isn't the first to prefer spending time with him alone. They won't be the last, either. This has been the norm for too long for him to feel the need to question or pry as to why. He knows they don't like Nnoitra. Knows they've been avoiding each other.

( HOLDING A BOOK ON SPIDERS )

❝ no , actually , ’s random egg. ❞ that he theoretically would lay.

Ulquiorra walks silently behind them, at left of their tail, speaking up only when they've passed the same hall a third time.

❝ Let me see you. ❞

"!?" Vil, you're not going to jump to conclusions. Instead, you're gonna gawk at the state of their hair and take one ... two cautionary steps closer to get a better look at the damage. "Lyric, dear?" Uh-oh.