[Luca comes out with a handful of rags and can... only stare at the gargoyle, now hard at work. His tongue clicks, but there isn't nearly the kind of malice or irritation that one might have expected. He simply sits beside Zahliya and snatches at one of his hands. Blade in hand or no, Luca focuses on dabbing at whatever excess blood, mud, or grime still lingers on his skin.]
This isn't the 'lie down' I expected. [His tone is dry, but each dab is light and wary as he begins to work his way up the span of Zahliya's arm.] I would think a stray mess on your blades could wait, but what do I know.
[He reaches his shoulders and shifts his form to the other side. If left undisturbed, the motions will continue in reverse, back down to the fingers on the opposite side.]
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Date: 2024-02-19 12:10 am (UTC)This isn't the 'lie down' I expected. [His tone is dry, but each dab is light and wary as he begins to work his way up the span of Zahliya's arm.] I would think a stray mess on your blades could wait, but what do I know.
[He reaches his shoulders and shifts his form to the other side. If left undisturbed, the motions will continue in reverse, back down to the fingers on the opposite side.]