[ while there's just the one on him, eyes opened he can see, uh
a cluster of tentacles not unlike those of a squid's or octopus's ostensibly risen from the lake, now flanking Dia, emanating from seemingly nowhere in particular, simply fading into existence at her sides; while there's a variety of shapes and sizes on display, consistent among them appears to be their color - each dark in color, specks of iridescence dancing in the pitch with the light of the sun as if each limb were made of oil,
but they all stop short of advancing - even the one at his shirt seems to pause, simply writhing against him idly as she watches him, smile as content as ever, if with a thoughtfulness to to it befitting the situation, attempting to gauge his reaction ]
You can let me know if there are too many, or if you don't like it, okay...?
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a cluster of tentacles not unlike those of a squid's or octopus's ostensibly risen from the lake, now flanking Dia, emanating from seemingly nowhere in particular, simply fading into existence at her sides; while there's a variety of shapes and sizes on display, consistent among them appears to be their color - each dark in color, specks of iridescence dancing in the pitch with the light of the sun as if each limb were made of oil,
but they all stop short of advancing - even the one at his shirt seems to pause, simply writhing against him idly as she watches him, smile as content as ever, if with a thoughtfulness to to it befitting the situation, attempting to gauge his reaction ]
You can let me know if there are too many, or if you don't like it, okay...?