Tal paused in his hopping and opened his mouth.
Then closed it without a sound escaping.
He blinked, brow furrowing as he tried to count the number of fingers involved, and then gave up as the headache started to set in.
He cleared his throat and opened his mouth again, thoroughly distracted from his stubbed toe and clinging to his empty box like a drowning sailor clinging to a plank on the ocean. He wasn't quite sure how to process what he was looking at, from the unnerving lack of genitalia combined with the more or less normal number of things like legs and cuticles and eyelashes, but he was pretty sure that it was not, in fact, an entirely normal Torcher enjoying a day at the beach.
"Who th'hail are you?" he asked bluntly, with all of the charm and tact that he was so well-known for. "An', uh... what are ya?"
Then closed it without a sound escaping.
He blinked, brow furrowing as he tried to count the number of fingers involved, and then gave up as the headache started to set in.
He cleared his throat and opened his mouth again, thoroughly distracted from his stubbed toe and clinging to his empty box like a drowning sailor clinging to a plank on the ocean. He wasn't quite sure how to process what he was looking at, from the unnerving lack of genitalia combined with the more or less normal number of things like legs and cuticles and eyelashes, but he was pretty sure that it was not, in fact, an entirely normal Torcher enjoying a day at the beach.
"Who th'hail are you?" he asked bluntly, with all of the charm and tact that he was so well-known for. "An', uh... what are ya?"
