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They give Squilliam Fancyson over here quite the same look. If he wants to come into their house, break their (admittedly quite shitty) pottery, and then look at them like they’re some sort of gross bug and nothing else, he is absolutely getting the stink eye. All eight of them. With a loud TKTKTKTKTKKT noise, they scutter the rest of their huge ass into the hallway, wrapping themself up like a massive, armor-plated snake. They make it a point to yawn exaggeratedly, mouth splitting all the way down their neck, huge, sharp jaws very clearly twitching in their throat. Wanna get gross, bub? They’ll show ya gross. They mumble an only half-serious “oh, excuse me” after their face returns to normal. They turn back to the Large One, a friendly smile on their face.
“Yes! Of course, I wasn’t always this way, but things change, as they often do, you know.” They tilt their head, about to say something, when the purple one interrupts. They pause, looking over at him. The stink eye has returned. They also have a bit of a British accent, but it’s faded, as the majority of their time has not been spent back in England.
“Piece of work, huh?” They click their tongue. “At least I don’t look and sound like an extra in a cheesy period piece, ‘eh, guvna’?” They turn their head back. “Ah, sorry, excuse my rudeness. I don’t particularly enjoy being looked down upon in my own house.” They briefly glare over at Yankee Candle before continuing. “Like I said, I’m not sure how, but you’ve landed in what’s pretty much my house. Our house, really, I live here with my boyfriend.” They frown, scratching their head with an antenna. “Spacetime issues, huh…? Well, color me curious. I mean, there’s not much that I know about that, to be honest…I’m just a simple bug doctor, after all, not any sort of quantum physicist, really–” They pause, antennae wiggling. “Oh! I nearly forgot to introduce myself. The name’s Shilog, but do call me Shi. How about you, what’s yours?”
Brenton looks pretty damn taken aback by the horror mouth, flinching a little. Well, that was both unexpected and horrifying. Somehow, the far larger one seems to not even bat an eye at this creepy gesture. Actually, he’s pretty damn smiley.
“Ohhh! Things change all the time...! Like, uh-- look!” Grinning ear to ear, Clarence lowers his head a little, running a free hand atop his head. Soon enough; long, wiry grey points start growing forwards through their hair, with feathered tips. They grow longer, before hooking backwards at a sharp joint, making some vaugely cockroach-esk feelers. “See? It Changed!”
Brenton seems annoyed by this Weirdo Party, scowling the whole time. But then the insults get thrown back at him, and practically steps back from shock. How Dare. Clarence just seems lost in whatever salt fest is going on, frowning as he looks back and forth between the two. “--mmmmm... I’m Clarence... This is Brenny. I don’t know anything about a quatro physics or anything... I don’t really know much about anything, really.”












