Well so much for his nap. The man who has poked his head in, wavy red hair shifting in the current, is - above the waist - built on the same sort of tall-and-too-thin scale as Milla, though probably much taller. From the waist down, well, he's an octopus. That's just a thing around here, it seems. There's a tattoo of a series of crows lying from a network of cracks across his chest, and a good handful of scars that suggests he's used to fighting.
He doesn't... seem all that threatening, though? Not with the way his expression immediately turns apologetic.]
Ah, I didn't think anyone would be - well, nevermind. Are you alright, miss?
1, at the cave
Well so much for his nap. The man who has poked his head in, wavy red hair shifting in the current, is - above the waist - built on the same sort of tall-and-too-thin scale as Milla, though probably much taller. From the waist down, well, he's an octopus. That's just a thing around here, it seems. There's a tattoo of a series of crows lying from a network of cracks across his chest, and a good handful of scars that suggests he's used to fighting.
He doesn't... seem all that threatening, though? Not with the way his expression immediately turns apologetic.]
Ah, I didn't think anyone would be - well, nevermind. Are you alright, miss?