[ although dextera knows he doesn’t have to live every moment in survival mode these days, old habits die hard. when he’s presented with a variety of options the way this festival has offered him, the only thing he can think to do is try everything available to him.
he looks up when he’s spoken to, fingers in his mouth from being mid-bite. time has gotten away from him here, with everything that’s happened, and although his current meal is definitely pungent in its own right, the smell… isn’t entirely food-based. everyone is just too polite to actually tell him or kick him out as a result, on a night like this. ]
…?
[ he swallows, causing the pair of moth-like antennae he’s grown from the snacks he’s consumed so far to bob atop his head. ]
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he looks up when he’s spoken to, fingers in his mouth from being mid-bite. time has gotten away from him here, with everything that’s happened, and although his current meal is definitely pungent in its own right, the smell… isn’t entirely food-based. everyone is just too polite to actually tell him or kick him out as a result, on a night like this. ]
…?
[ he swallows, causing the pair of moth-like antennae he’s grown from the snacks he’s consumed so far to bob atop his head. ]