[It wasn't quite so obvious, from afar, that this man wasn't entirely... solid. It could have easily been a trick of the light or some fog machine spewing nearby, but now that he's this close, there really is no denying it. His eyes go from Octavian's face to his hand to the distinct lack of feet on the ground and back, though his head remains still.
The fact that this semi-incorporeal being has played enough of these games to earn tickets is... almost too absurd to accept, but accept it he must.]
It was ill-fitting to begin with, [he says, his tone just above flat as he adjusts the thing.]
[He's not exactly vain, but... he still feels the need to save face in some aspect, if just to have some sort of control. The fact that he's speaking to an apparent ghost or apparition is not helping.]
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The fact that this semi-incorporeal being has played enough of these games to earn tickets is... almost too absurd to accept, but accept it he must.]
It was ill-fitting to begin with, [he says, his tone just above flat as he adjusts the thing.]
[He's not exactly vain, but... he still feels the need to save face in some aspect, if just to have some sort of control. The fact that he's speaking to an apparent ghost or apparition is not helping.]
You seem to be taking all of this lightly, then.