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I THINK OUR SIGNALS ARE CROSSED | STILL ACCEPTING!

Why is he intimidated? Why does he feel a slight jolt of anxiety running up his spine? In no world should Philo be in any way cautious towards Dill, who is nearly a whole head smaller than him and has the sweet smile of a Carebear.

But also, Philo still isn't quite used to people assuming the mask is for sex. Like, yes, he knows it could be used in...that way, but usually people caught on rather quickly that Philo was not there to fulfill any of their fantasies. If anything, he's mostly just nightmare fuel.

Although the confusion may be coming from the fact that he's yet to brandish a weapon, so standing in the middle of a mirrored room with a mask in a club well-known for its allowance of such behavior, he can see where the confusion lies.

Philo reaches back to pull a large pistol from his holster, waving it at Dylan as nonthreateningly as he can. "This isn't what you think it is." Shrugs. "Sorry about that."