[Samhaine recognizes Siouxsie's voice right away, but for some reason he doesn't look up. He just presses his hands harder to his face, completely covering it with both (quite large, for a human) palms. Despite his unusually squishy appearance, his clothing is reminiscent of the way he'd appeared before. He's even wearing geta still that somehow didn't get ripped off by slogging through the sand or something similar.
His hair fans out over his hands as he curls in closer towards himself, taking in long, rattling gasps of air. And it isn't until he hears Siouxsie just in front of him that he speaks...and it doesn't sound like Samhaine at all.
Well, it does. But it's just...one voice. One single, soft, low voice.]
HE'S HERE, SORT OF
His hair fans out over his hands as he curls in closer towards himself, taking in long, rattling gasps of air. And it isn't until he hears Siouxsie just in front of him that he speaks...and it doesn't sound like Samhaine at all.
Well, it does. But it's just...one voice. One single, soft, low voice.]
Sixousie...look away.