"Think about the tentacles."
The statement had the Elezen man give pause. Sharp, luminescent yellows lazily slid towards his friend with a neutral stare. Either baffled she’d said something of the sort, he’d questioned her. Either was hard to tell immediately. Caeldrin lifted his forefinger and tapped it over his thigh since he’d been in a cross-legged posture while sitting. Above all things, they sat at The Bismark across from one another and with his mind having been elsewhere, the context was… lost. Gaunt features looked towards their assorted selection of meal and spotted the calamari with white dip.A sigh escaped his nose and he extended his arm to stick one with a fork. “If you’re so worried about it, I could help you with that.” His voice was low so none of the nearby patrons could easily overhear. “Hm… I haven’t seen Thaldrin in some time. I should give him a visit.” The elder slipped the fried octopus into his mouth and gave the woman a mild and smug smile. “I’m sure he thinks about them too♪” Cael crooned a melody as he chewed. “Mn… delicious.”
