Look, the truth is, since moving to Salutem Feliks has been exposed to many, many things. Things he’d never thought possible, things he hadn’t even considered before. But this- this brought things to a whole new level. He had been idly walking by, had given a side glance to the person in the cemetary, not paying him much attention. Then, he paused. He looked back at the man, did a little double take. Or rather, Feliks looked back at his arm.
Now, Feliks looking at arms isn’t an unusual occurance. He looks at arms all the time. Hell, he almost prefers arms to asses- strong muscular arms, pinning him- alright, he’s getting distracted. Way off topic. Way off topic. Focus, Feliks. Anyways, the point is, for once he isn’t looking at a dudes arm to admire it. No, this time the expression spreading across his face is something akin to shock, or maybe horror. He hasn’t decided which one is winning out yet. He may never be able to decide that.
The guy is just- he’s just swinging his own arm around. Not to mention.. arguing with himself?
The demons jaw drops, lips forming a perfect circle, his eyes growing nearly just as wide. He stands there, frozen and soundless, not even seeming to breathe as his brain struggles to comprehend what he’s seeing.
A hard breath was pushed out through his nose as he placed his arm against his hip. Well, the back of his right wrist more like since the other arm was still in his grasp and not attached to his body. Picking off his limbs was past the norm for him, but he was usually good with keeping that in the privacy of his home or some secluded place. Not this time though.
Sasha kept looking around at the greenery that surrounded the graves he had just cleaned for a bit longer before he calmed down enough to stop his bickering. He used his left hand, that was still being held by his right hand, to push back his hair. Then with a longer sigh he moved again and casually reached over to stick the missing limb against the shoulder. As his body healed the arm back on he turned to the side to go over to his broom, but out of the corner of his eye he saw someone.
Banana on two sticks- Sasha stopped in his tracks and looked over completely to see that he wasn’t imagining it. There really was a person there that was clearly gaping at him. “Would you believe me if I said that I was actually Harry Houdini?” He asked, clearly not convinced of his own question because the guy would have to be a fool and extremely gullible to fall for that.