[He snaps his eyes open once he hears Emet-Selch's voice. Silence lingers between them as Lahabrea studies his new form with a hint of confusion in his gaze. This is undoubtedly Emet-Selch, isn't it? Everything from his usual tone and candor gives that away, but why does he look so...different? It's a bit jarring, especially since the man seemed like himself the other day.]
Contrary to popular belief, I do enjoy music on occasion.
[He's fully aware that some of his colleagues think of him as an expressionless golem at times. However, that couldn't be further from the truth. Just because Lahabrea is a bit stern doesn't mean that 'Hephaistos' is some humorless beast. No, he isn't.
He sits up from the sofa, his carmine gaze focused upon Emet-Selch's shockingly pale, almost lifeless eyes. His eyes lack that familiar golden glow. It's almost as if all the color has been stripped from them. How unsettling.]
What is all...this?
[Lahabrea questions why studying Emet-Selch's new diminutive form.]
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Contrary to popular belief, I do enjoy music on occasion.
[He's fully aware that some of his colleagues think of him as an expressionless golem at times. However, that couldn't be further from the truth. Just because Lahabrea is a bit stern doesn't mean that 'Hephaistos' is some humorless beast. No, he isn't.
He sits up from the sofa, his carmine gaze focused upon Emet-Selch's shockingly pale, almost lifeless eyes. His eyes lack that familiar golden glow. It's almost as if all the color has been stripped from them. How unsettling.]
What is all...this?
[Lahabrea questions why studying Emet-Selch's new diminutive form.]