[ This is certainly one way to meet someone. Which is to say, Emet-Selch already had a sense that there were a pair of eyes on him, though whether human or mannequin it’s difficult to say. With these things taking on aspects of the people they’ve chosen to mimic down to their very souls, even his keen gaze isn’t enough to tell them apart sometimes.
He has a hand half-raised to stave off the attack, in whatever form it might come, but then someone comes flying in from the side and takes him out instead. Down he goes with a yelp and a tangle of long limbs. ]
Do you mind?
[ He didn’t need the assist, thank you! Though, there goes the mannequin, claws slicing at open air. ]
C (fancy meeting you here)
He has a hand half-raised to stave off the attack, in whatever form it might come, but then someone comes flying in from the side and takes him out instead. Down he goes with a yelp and a tangle of long limbs. ]
Do you mind?
[ He didn’t need the assist, thank you! Though, there goes the mannequin, claws slicing at open air. ]