LATE SUMMER FAIR (NSFW DESSERTS)

[spoofer]

Characters: Ensemble cast, any/all characters of Xistentia!
Summary: The slow transition from summer leads to a fair, complete with whacky treats and activities from other holidays and festivals from around the Multiverse.
Date(s): August 26-September 2
Warnings/Notes: None, please mark your subject headers with content.

Late Summer Fair

I play my part and you play your game

Welcome to Xistentia's first fair, F.A.T.E.S.' excuse to mingle. The setup appears overnight on the edge of town, a nonsensical mash of themes and places from the multiverse. Haunted house and circus tent, facepainting, ferris wheel and carousel, game stands that seem to self-operate, dozens of empty shopfronts, self-regenerating popcorn stands. Pretty soon, however, the people start to come, bringing their own goods and wares. The population of Xistentia is 333, which is more than enough people to fill a fair.

As far as fair food goes, there are penis-shaped waffles^[NSFW] in various flavors, two-sticked popsicles for sharing with a partner, turkey legs, fried dough, cookies as big as your head, fried fish, fried lizards, glutinous fruits, and lembas.

And let's not forget, there is an abundance of alcohol everywhere. Beer, wine, you name it.

But of course, let's not forget the games. Many of them are low-key and prizes vary from the ability to change your daemon's color to any other natural hue, to free food, horrible writing pens, and stuffed animals. Games vary from whack-a-mole to bobbing for apples. Everything is free to eat, drink, and play, barring some excuses for barter with some of your friendly neighborhood natives.

Some games, however, are less casual if not necessarily more costly. The contests of finesse and strength come with special prizes from F.A.T.E.S. and...

THE WINNERS ARE

Note that the "prizes" do not stack. Runner-up winners will not get multiple of the same type of prize, and those who experience a critical failure won't suffer particularly severe consequences. If your character receives a dream or a "unique item," you will receive a reply to your comment on the mod announcement with more information.

Contests of Finesse

DARTS
First Place	Vanyel Greyjoy	The ability to "say just the right thing" once this week
Still Good	Era, Alec, Nico, Vex, Rosie, Aymeric, Jace, Amanda, Zeke, Kavinsky, Janus	Emotional intuition boost
Yikes	Magnus, Barclay	Daemons totally lose filter and start saying the most awkward shit
RING TOSS
First Place	Jace Wayland and Magnus Lightwood-Bane	The ability to "say just the right thing" once this week
Still Good	Era, Alec, Nico, Vex, Rosie, Vanyel, Rafaello, Amanda, Zeke, Barclay, and Janus	Emotional intuition boost
Yikes	Aymeric and Kavinsky	Daemons totally lose filter and start saying the most awkward shit
ARCHERY
First Place	Alec Lightwood-Bane	The ability to "say just the right thing" once this week
Still Good	Nico, Vex, Aymeric, Zeke, Magnus, Kavinsky, and Janus	Unique items
Yikes	Rosie and Barclay	Uncooperative powers (very minor, non-dangerous incidents) and accurate memory of silly dreams
SPARRING
First Place	Kavinsky	The ability to "say just the right thing" once this week
Still Good	Era, Nico, Vex, Rosie, Aymeric, Rafaello, Zeke, Barclay and Janus	Emotional intuition boost
Yikes	Alec, Vanyel, Jace, and Magnus	Daemons totally lose filter and start saying the most awkward shit

Contests of Strength

ARM WRESTLING
First Place	Ezekiel	Precognitive dream later that night
Still Good	Era, Alec, Nico, Rosie, Aymeric, Vanyel, Rafaello, Magnus, Kavinsky and Janus	Unique items
Yikes	Vex and Jace	Uncooperative powers (very minor, non-dangerous incidents) and accurate memory of silly dreams
HIGH STRIKE
First Place	Era	Precognitive dream later that night
Still Good	Alec, Nico, Vex, Jace, Zeke, Magnus, Kavinsky and Janus	Unique items
Yikes	Rosie and Aymeric	Uncooperative powers (very minor, non-dangerous incidents) and accurate memory of silly dreams

See also detailed dice roll information for: darts, ring toss, arm wrestling, high strike, and archery.

Kissing Booth

And what would a fair be, without a kissing booth?

Just like the rest of the fair, the odd thing is that there is of course no payment required.

Instead, a large and lovely lantern hangs behind the booth. It seems to glow a little brighter every time a kiss is transacted. It's hard to know exactly what this means, but considering that emotional intimacy lights the streets of the city, one might guess that F.A.T.E.S. is saving up this particular energy for something special.

But until then, it's a good excuse to make out.

Comments

kaz brekker

[ex_stony881]

a. arrival.
Kaz had been under the impression that there was some level of urgency — he had just been snatched from the jaws of catastrophe, after all, and is sharp with the need to get on with saving the world. Or, certain people from one certain world. The specifics are still a little lost on him, 'restore points' and 'data systems' all foreign concepts, but he doesn't understand how anybody can be making the time to play.

The tip of his cane digs into the dirt, pressed with the weight of both gloved hands as he surveys the fair with barely concealed scorn rippling beneath the pale mask of his face, radiating from his amber eyes. He ignores the gem-bright crow that perches on his shoulder, though it's been useful enough so far that he continues to allow its presence. Overall he cuts a fine figure — a far cry from the sodden, shivering wreck who had crawled up the warm golden sand stricken by grief the same way a much younger Kaz had once clawed his way from Ketterdam harbour. Despite the chaos of apocalypse and the absolute ludicrous dragon ride culminating in an impromptu dip, he refuses to let himself seem anything other than in control.

(That doing so meant avoiding contact with anyone but his daemon while his clothes dried upon the rocks — well, nobody has to know.)

The point is, he's angry, at first. Angry to see the scarce population occupying itself with a common fairground when there is so much else at stake.


b. kissing booth.
It's not much. It's just a moment, really. Kaz is on his way to some other part of the fair, but he passes by the lamplit booth, and catches the sly smile as someone leans across for a lascivious kiss. The giver's bare hand in the other's hair. The way the so-called client melts for it.

Kaz goes still, staring longer than is polite, but barely seeing the kiss, his gaze distant. He's frozen, thoughts stuttering, hands a claw on the silver crow's head of his cane. And then he tears his gaze away, tries to pull himself together.

Maybe he needs a drink.


c. games.
Games of chance and skill have never given Kaz the same thrill they did, say, Jesper. He didn't lose himself in them. But it's still a pleasant distraction, to study the game, see how it works, the best way to win. Some are very nearly unwinnable, unless he wants to endeavor a greater scheme involving a heavier duplicate of a ball that would better knock down the — but no, no, that's unnecessary. Especially when he can earn the same terrible prizes by memorizing the whackamole pattern, smacking the strength test pad in exactly the right spot to register a greater weight, or just some casual sleight of hand to take his pick of the prizes.

Kaz prefers to be the grifter rather than the grifted.

Of course, the resulting accouterments mean nothing to him. Remembering what his daemon said about the importance of forming bonds with others, he simply approaches the nearest person with an armful of stuffed toys and squiggly straws and toffee apples. "Want any of these?"


d. choose your own adventure.

( since two thirds of these are just 'kaz has an emotion' i'm open to assuming he's somewhere he needs to be to start a thread. also, action brackets are fine. )

c;

[hasitsthorns]

"Hm?" is all she hums in response at first. She'd been sufficiently distracted by watching other people play at the fair games. Not necessarily anything analytical, but more appreciative of the competitive spirit. Then she actually looks over at Kaz and immediately thinks it was silly to be so caught up in that when there's instead an awfully cute boy offering her things from an armful of fair winnings.

All her attention shifts in an instant to him and she smiles bright as possible. Boys (handsome brunettes, especially) always immediately shoot to the top of her priority list. Even when maybe they shouldn't. A crown of flowers adorn her head, colorful streamers dangling off it intertwining with the golden threads of her hair. The very picture of a campy, carefree fair goer and she wears it rather well. "Are you honestly telling me you don't want this cutie?" From the stuffed toys, she plucks out what can only be assumed to be a giraffe. Good try, F.A.T.E.S., but not quite. Still, it does have a certain charm to it the longer she looks at it.

"I guess you could always win another one. Seems like you're doing pretty well."

[ex_stony881]

Kaz doesn't do anything so childish as wrinkle his nose, but he does look dubiously at the animal (which he has not quite managed to place as a giraffe). Of all the things for her to take— but then, he's trying to get rid of them. Best not to discourage it.

"Positive," Kaz says, and means it. "In fact... here, he comes with a free pen." Gloved hands swiftly come forward to tuck a green pen (that probably doesn't work very well) into the vest sewn onto the giraffe. She looks like the kind of person willing to take a fair amount of this junk.

[hasitsthorns]

"And a pen, too! How generous of you."

She is absolutely that kind of person. If not for her, well- There's suddenly a literal pack of dogs coming up on the two now. Eight of them, if he's inclined to count. One of the canines, a Golden Retriever, looks at Kaz carefully through his digital eyes. Her daemon. All of their tails have a gentle, tentative sway. Hello. New friend?

"Boys," she coos, reaching her free hand down to pet one of the Husky triplets. One dog gives a snuffle towards the stuffed toys Kaz still has in his arms. "Sorry about them," she's quick to say about it. "They're really friendly. Maybe too much? I can make them give you some space."

[ex_stony881]

The dog tips its nose up, snuffle snuffle snuffle, and the corner of Kaz's mouth quirks. Something softens in his expression that he would be furious if he knew about, and he shifts his armful to extend one black-gloved hand to be sniffed.

"It's fine," he replies, almost absently: his attention is on the dogs now. There really are a lot of them, but it's a reassuring friendly pack of warms and fur and panting. Amicably, he rubs his fingers behind one pair of ears and then another, but doesn't bend for a more thorough patting, because that seems too precarious. He'd rather keep his dignity — for now, anyway.

"I don't think I have any treats in here." He won a pennywhistle, but those can have so many unintentional uses that he's already secreted it away in his overcoat pockets.

[hasitsthorns]

While he might be furious about that slight softness - that she absolutely notices but isn't about to point out - she's charmed. He wins a lot of brownie points for that. Anyone who gets on well with her dogs does. The Akita's tail revs up in speed at that hand offered. It's enthusiastically sniffed, especially interesting perhaps because of the glove. The canines don't often encounter that.

Neither does Rose, actually. At least not in this kind of heat. Gloves are usually reserved for the Winter, in her world, but- Maybe a different time? A different culture? It's plausible. Anything is, really, when people are pulled from so many different universes. So while she might obviously stare just a little too long pondering why he's wearing them, she isn't about to ask. It might be rude. It'd probably be rude. (As if staring isn't in and of itself.)

It's easier to talk about dogs, anyway. "Oh, psht, that's fine. They're spoiled rotten as is, they don't need treats. Besides, they'll probably find- Ah. Yes. There they go." The furry hivemind follows after one of the Huskies who happened to catch the irresistible scent of a hot dog drifting past. Rose can't help but huff a laugh at the understandably confused fair goer suddenly swarmed by dogs all nudging them and making eyes at their food. She turns back to Kaz, giving a little half-shrug as if to say 'oh well.'

"Sorry, uhm. I haven't introduced myself! I'm Rose. Guessing you're new here?" A beat. Maybe she shouldn't, yet- "I probably would've noticed you before, at least." Why not? It's subtle enough that she can maybe get away with it being construed as nothing more than a friendly observation.

[ex_stony881]

Kaz straightens his shoulders and watches, gaze following past her, as the dogs converge on someone else. They approach a total stranger with open desperation and ready friendliness. It's sweet, when he should by rights find it despicably weak. But dogs have freedoms men don't. Kaz turns back to the girl introducing herself as Rose.

Who is flirting with him. He's certain of it, wonders if he should have picked it up before now. For all his watchful eyes are an excellent judge of character, he can have a slight blind spot when it comes to identifying interest in him as anything other than dangerous. His jaw tightens momentarially.

Kaz has built his immunity to his own interests brick by brick, because he couldn't build an immunity to his own stupid weaknesses. Even here, when hehas no status to lose, his eyes shade dark and he stares at her with unencouraging blankness. It's not rude — he doesn't want to dissuade what could prove useful. But it's cold.

Maybe that's why he wears gloves.

"I'm Kaz Brekker." Offers a gloved hand to be shaken, since it's free right now. "You're not wrong, of course. I haven't even really made it into town. I came up from the beach and was distracted by these lively proceedings."

[hasitsthorns]

Swing

and a miss. It's sort of strange, in away. Rose spent the better part of a year having almost any advance reciprocated near instantaneously. Even the ones that weren't, she took as a personal challenge. Like Jaden and his playing hard to get, his mixed signals and wanting to keep things causal. The chase is a unique brand of fun.

This isn't a challenge though. This is a cold stone wall; the dark tinge his eyes take have her instincts immediately say that to try and chase down this rabbit hole might be a bad idea. Not that entertaining bad ideas is anything new for her. Still.

His chill is met with warmth. She smiles all the while, not seeming to be put off in the slightest. "Nice to meet you, dude," is said as she takes his hand and gives it a shake. "Even under the weird as a heck circumstances? Guess that'd be a bit of whiplash, actually, going from the beach," from the debris or the portal or however he'd arrived, "to this. At least this is a nicer welcome than last month's."

[ex_stony881]

Even getting to the beach had been an experience to remember: the bright, feathery animal that had wound through the sky (like something from The Never-Ending Story, not that Kaz would know that). He'd been dropped off politely, but was too dizzy to even stand until his daemon found him.

"It was difficult to process," he agrees grimly, tamping down the soft internal wash of anger that threatens to rise like a blood tide. At least that gives him a reason to look icy, rather than simply as a response to her sunniness. So long as she isn't actively flirting, though, he doesn't mind. And even then — well, it's easier to bear if he can turn his own reciprocal flare of interest off. Nina's flirtation had never mattered because it never made him want anything, never felt dangerous.

Anyway. It's possible he's left an inordinately lengthy lapse in the conversation, just glittering obsidian-chip eyes, but he did take his hand back, and he does speak again. "I thought we were here to save the world. This," a loose palm up gesture, "Seems to me like a waste of time."

d.

[miss_brilliant]

Amanda is, admittedly, far giddier than she often is today. Sure, she didn't do spectacuarly in the games, but she was average at least and while that sort of result in the academic realm would have probably made her cry at some other point in her life--maybe even now--in any arena that involves her body, even if it's just her hands? That, along with the couple drinks she's had, has her nearly skipping around the fair now. In contrast to her and her even more-spritely Eevee, her gray parrot of a daemon is perched still on her shoulder, but even when it's not giving her some sort of information outloud she can feel it buzzing in the part of her brain that had come alive after the prison world, and that's also really nice.

In a word, she's happy. And when she's come down, she'll feel awful about that because she'll remember Nick and the rest of the Destiny's crew and everyone back on Earth, but for now she's letting herself be proud of doing well at a few games and enjoying one of the few things that reminds of her childhood before and doesn't make her sad.

Which is why she's so momentarily distracted in getting a candied apple that she doesn't notice Hedy darting away immediately, and when she turns she sees that while the Eevee isn't running, she is walking curiously up to a man with a cane. Amanda starts walking over as quickly as her slightly tipsy feet will allow--Heddy doesn't usually trip her up anymore, but they know each other.

"Hedy!--Hey, sorry," she grins sheepishy as the pokemon seems to almost huff at being stopped from going to greet a new friend as her owner catches up to her.

[ex_stony881]

Kaz had simply paused for a breath and to reorient himself amongst the flashing lights of the fair, leaning heavily on his cane, but his stance shifts at the approach of the little Pokémon. He doesn't recognize the species at all, and he gently lifts his cane, ready to nudge it away from sniffing at his shoes — or take more serious measures if it proves to be dangerous. It might be small and cute, but he knows better than to judge by appearances.

The owner comes running up soon after, which is a relief; it means the creature, whatever it is, is likely domesticated — and it does resemble a dog of some sort, one of the little handbag creatures wealthy merch women like to pamper. He relaxes a modicum.

"It's no problem." His voice is a deep, smoky rasp. He takes the measure of the woman approaching him in one long sweep of his gaze. Clumsy, or tipsy. Modest. Not particularly a threat. So he allows his curiosity to keep him talking. "Is that animal native to this place?"

[miss_brilliant]

Amanda still can't help flushing, although that may be the remains of the alcohol in her system, so she uses crouching to scoop Hedy up as a way to hide it.

"No. I don't really know where she's native to, actually. I got her on another world, the one I was in before I came here, but I wasn't a native of that place either. She's a Eevee." The fact that's part of a larger class of creatures doesn't seem important, at the moment. "And don't worry, she doesn't bite. She's really too friendly for her own good sometimes."

Hedy seems to take a mild affront at this, letting out the kind of dramatic huff a dog might when being denied a treat. Amanda chuckles a little, ruffling Hedy's fur fondly before looking back to the young man. She'd known a few people who'd used canes, in the circles she'd frequented in her youth before going off to college and trying to leave all that behind as best she could. She sort of regretted that, now. Still, she doesn't even have to think about how to reach out a hand to shake so he doesn't have to shift the cane--and, maybe if he looks, he'll notice that her own fingers move a little strangely, curling in and seeming to take deliberate force to move them out to a 'normal' position.

"If you're asking that, though, I'd guess you're part of the newest arrivals. Amanda Perry. I'd say welcome but...well, under the circumstances, I don't think that's a really suitable greeting around here."

[ex_stony881]

Kaz hates skin to skin contact, but the first thing he did on arrival was dry his gloves so he could wear them, which means he has no hesitation in taking her hand and returning a firm handshake. It's a surprisingly masculine gesture — not that there aren't female merches or other leaders where he's from, but it's not entirely the norm, and it tells him a bit about her.

"Kaz Brekker," he returns the introduction, lifting his gaze from where he's been examining the 'Eevie' again. "Welcome's fine. It's all the same to me. I had this--" he jerks a thumb at the crow on his shoulder, and it pecks at him agreeably. "To catch me up to speed."

Or, some semblance of it anyway. It didn't prepare him for the fair. Or the people, really. Or the hollowness in his stomach when he thought of home.

[miss_brilliant]

Amanda chuckles, giving a knowing glance to the gray parrot on her own shoulder. "Yeah, they tend to do that. Sometimes they can be a little too...clinical for some people."

She'd been able to parse what Graced had told her quickly, maybe too quickly for her own comfort, thanks to her own knowledge of computers--which had just meant she'd had too clear of an idea as to just how potentially awful the whole thing was.

"Nice to meet you, Kaz. Are you...ah, form a world with this kind of technology? Because if...well, I'm not much an expert on a lot of the things around here, but I am pretty good with machines, if you need a better crash course than these things tend to give there."

'Pretty good', says the technopath who could probably reprogram most things about her own daemon's behavior if she wanted to. But she figures since that's still a new thing, she can be modest about it.

[ex_stony881]

Hey, they're bird-daemon buddies, that's cool. It took Kaz a couple of other conversations to realize not all daemons were the same shape, and he felt like his had made an obvious choice given how much crow symbolism he had in his outfit and gang back home. He'd still refused to let it have a name. (Names are power.) But it does make him wonder what about this woman had inspired a parrot.

"You're correct: my world doesn't have anything like this," he admits. Better to admit that weakness now and learn, early, so he can perhaps better falsify that information later if he needs to. "But- It seems to get on all right on its own."

"Not that I don't want to learn," he continues, with a smile that could almost be called charming, a rare sight to anyone who actually knows him. "I'd appreciate any help you could offer."

[miss_brilliant]

Amanda wasn't terribly big on symbolism and the meaning of things like animals and colors herself--she saw the world in patterns, but the ones that were easily and logically explained with numbers and subjective evidence, not myth and old stories as fascinating and entertaining as those were sometimes--but she also sometimes wondered about Graced's form. She'd never had a bird before, but she knew from a few documentaries that Graced looked a lot like that one parrot who had apparently had the biggest vocabulary and best understanding of human language. So hopefully it said something good.

She nods, "Well, thankfully, even if I love computers I don't think there's anything wrong with worlds that don't have them. I'd probably be a little lost, but I try to keep an open mind about those things. Try being the pretty operative word."

She can't help smiling back, giving a little somewhat self deprecating shrug. "I'd be happy to, I ah...I think I've gotten to be a better teacher lately. I had to help someone learn how to use technology that wouldn't exist for another four decades for him, once. But...I might still jump a couple steps ahead, I tend to assume a lot of things are basic knowledge for everyone. The problem of being a professional, I guess. But, yeah, any questions you have right now, just right off the top of your head?"

[ex_stony881]

"I understand it's able to record written or spoken words and even images in order to process them, but unlike a person it can send that information out to other ones like it. That's how we can user them to have conversations," Kaz says immediately, deciding to provide something of a grounding for his question so she didn't have to make any assumptions about what he already knew. "But what I want to know is, can it send that information without my permission? Can it send it to anyone? Can someone else access the information even if it hasn't been sent? Is there a way to make sure it only records what it's told and is otherwise off?"

Just kind of jumping into the privacy and security deep end, but it's something he's been concerned about it since those jeweled camera eyes were revealed to be more than just a normal crow's.

b.

[salveo]

"You alright there, buddy?" Zeke asked at what he presumed to be one of his friends, but he'd been wrong before so he didn't want to say a name. He stood beside him and gazed down, eyes undisguised and gold as opposed to the brown color he used around humans.

The thing that made him believe this might not be Nen was the cane- not to say that it couldn't be one of his friend's new relics, but that combined with the way he had stared at the kiss made him wonder. Better safe than sorry again, he supposed.

"You look like you've seen a ghost."

[ex_stony881]

Kaz snaps back to himself, the flash of longing-disgust-confusion-anger immediately tamped down as he realizes there's another person watching him watch the kissing booth. Lifts a gloved hand to adjust his collar, the other tight and sure on his cane.

"No. That is, I'm fine," he says, not too sharp but firm, as if he can stamp out any further questions by simply being insistent enough that there's nothing out of the ordinary. He has to tip his head back a little to look up into the other man's face, take in those strange and vivid eyes. They pierce his guard, leaving him slightly taken aback, his natural eloquence leaving him with an: "Oh."

Well. There's that longing-disgust-confusion-anger again. Kaz Brekker: walking maelstrom.

[salveo]

That look confirmed it: This wasn't Nen. His eyes were far more guarded, Zeke often couldn't tell what he was thinking. With this person he could see it, clear as day, maybe disturbed by his gold eyes amidst a whirlwind of other emotions Zeke couldn't quite pinpoint because he wasn't an empath.

His brows rose slightly, his grin mild and apologetic. "Something wrong?" He asked, though he already had a feeling the thing that was wrong here was him. He'd been assured that supernatural beings weren't unusual here, but he had the feeling that not everybody subscribed to that newsletter.

Welp, there was no turning back now- he couldn't just make them go brown and pretend none of this ever happened. "I'm Zeke," he said and extended his large hand in greeting.

[ex_stony881]

Kaz hesitated for a second, but — he's wearing his gloves, so it doesn't truly discomfit him when he reaches over and clasps that big hand. The leather is soft, supple, warmed by the skin beneath, and his grip is a precise iron hardened by years of business dealings with older criminals who would pounce upon any sign of weakness.

"Kaz Brekker," he introduced himself (still going by his Ketterdam name despite the chance for a new beginning.) His eyebrows lift a little as he looks up into that friendly face and tries to affect an unbothered mildness that isn't ever as convincing as he thinks itis. "Did you know your eyes are gold?"

[salveo]

Zeke wasn't a fan of gloves only because it prevented him from having skin-on-skin contact with someone, especially someone with such a nice firm handshake like that! However, he had absolutely no problem with respecting the clothing decisions of a stranger, especially one who had every right to question his eyes.

He looked downright sheepish as he tried to explain. "Yeah, sorry. I thought you were a friend of mine, you look a lot like him. I keep them brown around humans because I don't wanna freak anybody out, but it's a little late for that now. At least you're not freaking out?" That's a bonus.

"Brekker. Is that German?" Zeke liked names, it was a much easier topic than his eyes but he wouldn't mind talking about either depending on what Kaz was interested in.

[ex_stony881]

Kaz would like to say he's never freaked out in his life, but that wouldn't be strictly true. He just does his best to make sure that no such weakness ever overtakes him again, even if sometimes it churns beneath the surface. At any rate, in this instance he just shakes his head lightly.

"Are you not human? That doesn't "freak me out"," he adds, reassuringly. "But it's interesting, that you can control you appearance that way." There are face tailors in his world, but they're rare and powerful and it's not at all the same as the easy way Zeke refers to 'keeping them brown'.

Another thing they don't have in his world? Germany. "It's... Kerch." He literally chose it off the side of a shipping container so it's not really anything but he considers Kaz Brekker to be from Ketterdam and so it's Kerch. Nobody here has heard of his world anyway, so what does a little bullshit matter?

[salveo]

"No, I'm not human. It's a thing with my species, we try to blend in with humanity so nobody is afraid of us. Most of us can shapeshift to more extremes than I can, I can only do the eyes and I can lose control of that when I'm too, uh, excited." His chuckle was slightly, it seemed almost embarrassed but he wasn't actually ashamed.

"I'm an incubus, to be specific. Have you heard of us? I'm sorry, I've never heard of a place called Kerch." It made him wonder if him and Kaz were from completely different worlds, but it's not like he was an expert in geography- then again, he had gotten decent grades in it.

[ex_stony881]

That sheepish chuckle is rather charming coming from such a large man, as is the idea that he's somehow lost control enough to reveal those strange golden eyes. Kaz' mouth quirks into a smirk, fingers tightening on his cane.

"An incubus." He rolls the word around in his mouth, considering. "Not something I'm familiar with, I'm afraid."