“Is that so?”
Dottore’s head tilts, his grip loosening until his hand falls away entirely. He’s an observant man, of course—but often direct questioning is better than passive observation.
“… You speak as if you yourself aren’t human. Why is that?”
𝐼𝓁 𝑫͟𝑜͟͟𝑡͟𝑡͟𝑜͟𝑟𝑒
Baishe didn't even flinch when his wrist was grabbed so harshly. His gaze just shifted to the masked face of the stranger, before he spoke.
" Your aura is very strange. " he noted, seemingly not caring about etiquette at all. " Your grip is also strange. Unusually strong for a human. "
▍ ❛ ㅤ 白蛇 。
Perhaps he is a third secret option: fed up.
A hand catches their wrist in a near-bruising grip, head whipping around to ‘glare’ at them.
“Can I help you?”
𝐼𝓁 𝑫͟𝑜͟͟𝑡͟𝑡͟𝑜͟𝑟𝑒
A clawed digit pokes @arsillicitum.bsky.social in the side. Strange clothes and an even stranger aura. Is this one friend or foe ?
