[Looking and sounding like Ardyn would normally be enough, but apparently there are imposters around, and he's having A Day. The tattoo makes him calm almost instantly. Calmer, anyway. He's not struggling or yelling anymore, though he's clearly still keyed up.
Despite the order to let go, the knowledge that this is the Right One means clinging, arms around Ardyn's shoulders. He hums a familiar, calming tune to himself for a few moments.]
...Did that guy seriously just shit ink like a real octopus.
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Despite the order to let go, the knowledge that this is the Right One means clinging, arms around Ardyn's shoulders. He hums a familiar, calming tune to himself for a few moments.]
...Did that guy seriously just shit ink like a real octopus.