The haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
He watches Melita rummage around in her pockets and grab a drink, leaning in to peer at the shape dropped into the liquid. Steadily, the lump begins to unfurl and grow, taking on the shape of a turtle, it's little legs becoming chubby. He smiles at the simplicity of it and her eagerness for all the surprises she'd sprinkled into everyone's drinks. Hopefully no one had swallowed it by mistake, it might continue to swell inside their stomachs, much like eating a watermelon seed means one will grow there.
He stiffens at the chaos that ensues not long thereafter, suddenly very glad that Mel had brought her daggers, since as she pointed out, this is Caido. No Family threat or uninvited boar hellbent on destroying what it couldn't attend, just a dragon that seemed not to recognize it's own weight and carelessly set about destroying a portion of the party, Ludo soon after it like a bouncer. "Well," he says once his eyebrows have climbed down from his hairline. "Seems the party might be over after that."
He stiffens at the chaos that ensues not long thereafter, suddenly very glad that Mel had brought her daggers, since as she pointed out, this is Caido. No Family threat or uninvited boar hellbent on destroying what it couldn't attend, just a dragon that seemed not to recognize it's own weight and carelessly set about destroying a portion of the party, Ludo soon after it like a bouncer. "Well," he says once his eyebrows have climbed down from his hairline. "Seems the party might be over after that."
Iskra
I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, I shake it off
