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[though it very much seems otherwise, he knows that it can't actually be a dream because of how immediately and distinctly not right he feels upon finding himself in this decadent little room. Doing his best to remain calm, he pokes around, finding an exceedingly strange book with his name on it, peeking through drawers and listening for sounds. Eventually, his search leads him out into hall of faceless doorways, down some stairs, and into a sprawling lobby. Just wandering, hypersensitive and quiet, until he hopefully walks into something that makes some sense. Just stay calm...

He finally stops when he reaches a window, staring--a little shellshocked--at nothing but fog. ...And there he stays for some time, silent in deeply unsettled thought.

Finally, he suddenly remembers the book in his hands. It gives him something to fiddle with, fidgeting with the little clockwork gears until something finally clicks into place and the thing falls suddenly open]

...That seems a bit much.

[and the book helpfully jots down his words for him]

--Oh.

[there is no way this could be a good sign]

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[ he shakes his head! ]

Uh-uh.

...Excellent. [flatly] I'm on the same level of understanding as the nearly-incoherent simpleton. This bodes well.

Simpletonne?

Mhmm. [pleasant smile]

What that?

It's hard to explain. Maybe someone else can describe it for you.

Oh... Will ask then. [ for now though he's gonna walk on over, sniffing the air again. You have the weirdest scent, mister ]

[he'll just quietly watch him for now, curiosity winning out over wariness]

[ which means he'll wind up with nirel p. much in his face sniffing him c: ]

...Weird smell!

[he raises a hand to press a finger into the center of Nirel's chest, politely nudging him back a little bit. Breathing room, please.]

...I smell perfectly fine.

Fine yes! But different... [ noooo don't push him back D: ]

[just a little bit of space, man. he doesn't want to smell dogbreath]

...Different how?

Taller...

...Taller isn't a smell.

Ah...hard--taller, um... Human small! Cerberus tall! Not young.

[he leans away a little]

You are... making very little sense.

Because! Mortal word hard...! Not used to. Other talk easy.

And, what was your... 'other talk.'

[assuming he means language]

Not word...only show. Can?

[considerably suspicious, but....]

...Yes?

[ LEAST SUSPICIOUS, OKAY. He maneuvers himself around Tek's arm to properly bump his head against his--lightly, and fleetingly so, but it's enough for him extend himself through empathy and give Tek and nice, short feeling of ":D welcome! Do you understand?". so much more coherent than his gobbledigook speaking. ]

[by the way he balks and leans quickly away, yeah... he got the message.

He's giving this guy another, far more careful, look-over]

...What are you?