*suddenly a hug!* Hi! How are you, Antonio? -ask-Mini-Hastur
The sudden grip upon his leg caught his attention. Hesitantly, the violinist eyed down to see a small... Hastur. Was he always that small? It’s alienating to see such innocence spew out of those tiny-yet-big eyes. With a gentle tone, he reached forward to give the small being a simple head pat in return. “Why hello there, small Hastur? It’s a pleasure to see you. I am doing well, as you can quite tell.”















