"Hello hello! Anyone home?" Balthazar asked, knocking, "I have some... Luma related questions to ask!"(circus-of-catastrophe)
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Vasuki called out as he carefully set his knitting aside on the coffee table before slithering over to the door. “Come on in, sssir. It isss rather cold out there.” he greeted with a smile as he opened the door for the sudden visitor. His tail curled around himself to shield against the chilled air flowing into his home, making him blink sleepily.
“Ah well, that’s the problem, this Luma doesn’t look dangerous at all,” he took a seat near Vasuki, “In fact, she looks welcoming and friendly and at time, she makes you feel comfortable. So, this Luma you spoke to… did she do anything to you? Did you feel any different? Did something about you change?”
“Are we even ssspeaking about the sssame luma?” Vasuki tilted his head as he frowned. “I only ssspoke to them once or twice… the firssst time they looked really nervousss. The other time wasss when we ssspoke about ssstarbitsss.” He gave the other man a perplexed look. “They did nothing to me and causssed no changesss.”












