[ Tiny polecat pretty deep in the snow, yeah, on account of being tiny. She hesitates a little, remembering the last time he touched her, but Strange is wearing some pretty thick clothing right now, and nobody's drunk, so it should probably be all right. She'll take Strange up on the offer, scrambling up his leg and clothes to perch at a higher vantage point. ]
It wasn't always that color. [ She volunteers, entirely unsolicited. ] The Ringmaster said it must have changed because of Portland.
[ Lambert hisses softly, breath steaming the air in front of him. Chatterbox of a soul. He blames Strange blabbing about souls for that being a topic back at the front of his mind, for all he'd shoved that down and forgotten before. ]
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It wasn't always that color. [ She volunteers, entirely unsolicited. ] The Ringmaster said it must have changed because of Portland.
[ Lambert hisses softly, breath steaming the air in front of him. Chatterbox of a soul. He blames Strange blabbing about souls for that being a topic back at the front of his mind, for all he'd shoved that down and forgotten before. ]